This guy...

I don't know if it's the pregnancy hormones or what, but lately I am just a sap about my little guy.  I love him so much and am just so thankful for this time with him before Baby #2 arrives.

It hit me in Mommie and Me music class Monday, and I almost started tearing up.  I only have seven more weeks with G as my baby.  Don't get me wrong I am thrilled for this new little one to arrive {and ready to have my belly back!}, but it is so weird to think about G not being my one and only little one.

Not to gush {but I'm gonna!}, but he is just the best.  So sweet and loving yet funny and mischievous all at the same time.  He cracks me up and makes me laugh like none other.  B came in his nursery the other night as I was putting him down because he could hear us just cackling all the way in the living room.  G was "pretending" to go night-night and would close his eyes and start making snoring noises but then  peek up and see if I was watching and then start laughing.  He is such a mess!

He is learning so much in his music class and loves it!  He walks around the house with B's microphone just singing, "La, la, la...la, la, la."  It is the sweetest thing!

My favorite though is each night before I put him down he'll say, "Baby? Baby?" and lift my shirt to check on the baby.  He rubs my belly, then kisses it and smiles, saying, "Baby!"  He is going to be just the best big brother.