For the entire first year of his life Amos was referred to as Baby Amos. Sometime we would shorten it to "the baby" but mostly it was Baby Amos. One time when he was probably 10 months old I made little red capes for Molly and Amos.
Molly said, "I'm SuperMolly!"
"Who's your brother?" I asked.
"SuperBabyAmos."
I think we finally stopped calling him Baby Amos when we went to dinner at a friend's house, it was Easter, which means Amos was at least 14 months old and we were, of course, referring to him as Baby Amos. Finally one of our friends asked why we still called him that, and if he should call him Baby Amos as well. I really believe up to that point we hadn't really questioned it or thought maybe it was time to retire the Baby part of his name, but after that he was just Amos.
Now he won't let me call him Baby Amos. If I try he screeches "But I'm biiiiiiig! I'm NOT a BABY!" So sad.
On Monday Baby Amos turned three. And he's right, he is a big boy. A big, smart, funny, moody, silly, sweet boy. But sometimes I wish he was still Baby Amos.
1 comment:
Holy smokes! three all ready. I hope guys are having fun all the way over at your house.
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