I have been packing up things here and there that we don't use anymore. William doesn't need the little tiny spoons, or the little bowls, or the small sippy cups. The little containers for all the frozen baby food are no longer needed, along with all the bibs. It is so bittersweet. My cabinet looks very different now than it did a year ago and it makes me want to cry. I am saving most of the stuff in case we ever do have another newborn, but I know most likely, when another child comes home here they won't be on the newborn size nipples, or even on the tiny cereal spoon. They will probably be about the age William is right now. The great part about that? I love this stage. William is certainly not my baby anymore, in fact when I rock him before nap every day, I feel as though I am rocking a baby calf, all legs and flailing around. He is however becoming more and more himself. I love him more each day. He can tell me his feelings and opinions, and random thoughts that enter his head. It makes me feel all the more connected to him. At the same time though, I realize that I am in no hurry to push him to grow up. I still let him have a bottle or two a day, and I have no guilt about it whatsoever. I still dress him in footie pajamas because he looks younger in them. I have a big boy bed for him and yet, I am glad he has no interest in sleeping in it. He wants his crib and he loves being rocked as much as we love doing it. I feel like this second year went by much faster than the first. I am so glad that I have kept this blog and updated it frequently, it is such a wonderful treasury of all the little steps that have taken place in our lives. I hope someday he will enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.