Last Day of One!

This is the last morning Little Bear woke up as a one year old.

Tomorrow he'll be two.

And I can barely stand it. 

I almost cried all day today thinking it was the end of babyhood forever.

Until... like grandchildren. 

Granddaughters I should say.

But, then my sister convinced me that she doesn't consider babyhood to be over until age 3. 

And I felt better. A little. 

I think time just goes too fast and I feel like I can't hold on tight enough to the moments.

No matter how many pictures I take.

In other news, we are having a tooth hanging by a thread, 

but can't seem to get it come out problem.

And there is also a bad haircut situation we are trying to remedy. 

But, more about that later.