The End of A Season....

and no I'm not talking about the fall season. I'm talking about my baby boy not being a baby anymore. Charles-Allen has always been attached to his sippy cup, he lovingly refers to it as his "bobbie". He always wants his bobbie of milk at nap time, but since Parker has been born her rarely takes a nap which means he rarely wants his bobbie. I can't hardly stand it. One day last week he decided to take a rare nap and he asked for his bobbie. I had almost forgotten about it until I saw him on the couch and realized that it had been a while and this might be his last time with his bobbie so I started snapping photos. My sweet baby is growing up.

I love the way he has always rubbed fabric with the back of his hand when he's trying to go to sleep.  When he was a baby and a toddler he would rub my shirt, but as he's gotten older he rubs his pillowcase.  That's how he chooses his pillow, not by the size, but by the softness of the pillowcase.