Older photo of my son that I adore.

 

Oh I miss that lip. The Pudge. The smooshy face. It is almost like every day you have to give up or lose something as your babies grow. 

Thinking about it though, I guess it is more of a trade. I miss this face but now I have a boy who speaks (and signs!) and walks through the house quietly saying "rawr" like a tiger. A boy who loves kitties. A boy that gives  kisses and plays chase. A boy who loves his momma. I wouldn't give up any of these things. Not even to get that face back.  Lucky for me I have these photos to look back on...cliche I know but so true!