I call Ethan, "Baby". He is my baby, and it seems that the older he is getting the more I call him "Baby". As if I say it, it must be true. I gave my baby his first haircut this week, and I fear I must stop calling him Baby. He is not a baby anymore. He is 100% a big boy now. That bleach blond hair was, in a way, keeping him my baby. Although it is still amazingly blond (I don't think I have ever mentioned how jealous I am of his hair. I am very jealous, it is gorgeous!), it is much shorter. Well, much shorter on the bottom. I didn't cut too much off the top, I still want to see some of those curls he has.
I love you, Baby!
(I think it is going to be hard for me to stop calling him that!!)