He's Still my Baby

So yesterday as I was finishing up X's birthday post I was listening to him talking on the baby monitor. He was supposed to be napping. I had put him in the crib at noon with all the junk he likes to sleep with. 20 minutes later, still talking. I went in, got him re-situated, came back out and finished my post. Another 20 minutes went by and he was still talking...loudly!. He never takes 40 minutes to fall asleep for a nap. What, did he think that because it was his b-day he didn't have to nap?

I went in his room again, scooped him up and told him he could snuggle with me in the chair and I'd sing to him. So we got settled, I covered him up with his blankie and start singing. Within 5 minutes he was out cold. I looked down at this little boy sleeping in my arms wrapped in a blanket and realized that is exactly what I looked down and saw 2 years ago that day in the hospital.

I know it sounds sappy (I'll blame it on the pregnancy hormones!), but it was as if X was letting me know that even though he's growing up, he's still my baby boy. That was by far my favorite moment of his birthday.