This morning Miles cried when I left, which was a first.
I wasn't ready to do the right thing by being strong. I caved and held him again and kissed his fat little cheeks and let him cling to my neck for a few more moments.
Brittany and I were able to get him calmed down with a binky and Super Why (his favorite show). But it was kind of sweet in a weird way - not that I want him to cry or be sad. But it was nice knowing that he would miss me today as much I would miss him.
Tomorrow my baby turns 11 months old, and it's got me thinking about how quickly this year has gone by. He's so big now! Walking and getting into everything. This morning he put a weeble toy in the toilet. It's like he's obsessed with all the things he shouldn't want to play with! (trash can, toilet, toilet wand, etc.) He's also obsessed with chasing the cat around the h.ouse, exclaiming "Ga! Ga!"
Sadie is not amused.
But this age is so much fun. I am finally getting why people have like four or five of these! Not that I want to...