I know I talk A LOT on Facebook and Instagram about how much I’m going to miss babyhood and nursing. Just today I was thinking about how much I’m going to miss those eyes looking up at me during our feeding and bonding sessions. I love how he occasionally smiles and laughs at me when I make faces at him. I love how he’ll stick his tiny fingers into my mouth so I can pretend to bit them off and he’ll laugh hysterically. He’s my last baby and I admit, I’m starting to get a little baby fever. Yes, we are for SURE done in the baby making department. The only way I’ll change my mind is if I can be 100% guaranteed it’ll be a girl but we all know that’s not possible. In just 1.5 months, this leprechaun of mine will turn one!! How is that even possible? I’m going to miss watching him crawl, I’m going to miss watching him bathe in his baby tub, I’m going to miss watching him learn how to walk. There’s just so much and I can go on and on. He’s made us so, so happy we can burst. Yes, having three kids under 5 is HARD WORK. It’s made me regret having three kids at times. I can admit to that. Almost every day I’m texting the Giant begging him to get his ass home from work pronto or else he’ll find the kids bound and gagged! But once my head is back in the right place and they screaming has ceased from the kids, I look at all three of them and it’s just pure love. My heart just swells. Love my crazies to pieces, even those they drive me mental!