Ethan: *face in the DS - slowly looks up at me* "Moooooom. Do we HAVE to?"
Me: "Yep! Let's get out of this house!"
It took quite a bit of coaxing on my part. He HATES any reason to 'have' to fix his hair. But after several minutes of begging on my part, he complied. I'm glad he did because I captured THESE!
About an hour after leaving the house I sat down to edit them and my mouth dropped open. WHERE did my baby boy go?!?! Seriously! Just last year he was still holding on to some child-like features. And now, even though his shoes are untied, his jeans have holes in the knees, he laughs at talking muffin jokes and farts...he's clearly growing up. And these pictures of him are evidence that I no longer have a baby on my hands. I have a young man! This scares me.
And it also means that I absolutely HAVE to take more pictures of him. As he is. RIGHT. NOW. Because I seriously feel like I blinked, and he was grown.
