One of the new phrases Riley likes to say is “big boy.” And it’s true; he really is becoming such a big boy.
We recently started calling him that after he sat in one of the kitchen chairs all by himself for an afternoon snack one day last week. And, as you can imagine, he picked up on the new phrase mighty quickly. (The child DOES. NOT. STOP. TALKING.)
He just looked so big sitting there in his cute train overalls, eating his raisins (“ray-rays”) and drinking his juice.
I’d just like to know, though…...where did my tiny little boy go??? This is certainly not the face of a baby.
Big boy is right.
Big, sweet, adorable, happy, beautiful boy.