Looking Back

As we face a new stage in our lives (new house, new job for Colby, new training for me, etc.), I guess I'm feeling a little nostalgic. I've spent a couple nights so far this week looking back at old pictures from the past couple years. It seems like we've had Wes forever and yet like the last two years have just flown by. This time two years ago we were anxiously waiting for our appointment to find out if we were having a boy or a girl not even imagining the journey we would take with our precious baby. Looking back, it's incredible how far Wes has come. He is growing up. So, I thought I would share some of my nostalgic journey through our photos with you all.

Our baby boy

Our plan for Wesley's birth

36 weeks pregnant

Wesley's first photo (and my first way to see him)

Spending time with my 1 day old boy

Christmas Eve - my first time holding him

His first bath

Going home!!!

So attentive

Hanging out with Daisy

Wesley's baby dedication Sunday

His first Easter

All smiles :)

Sending daddy off to Ranger School in Georgia

The Little Room (aka the best play area ever!)

The amazing neck float!

Aaaavocados

Visiting Iowa for our friend Emmalyn's first birthday

Visiting his Aunt and Uncle in California

Styling his new helmet and glasses

Hand surgery time

Snuggling mommy at the doctor's office

Visiting Oklahoma for Uncle Clancy and Aunt Lindsey's wedding

Napping with daddy and Daisy

Watching TV

Our baby boy looks more and more like a toddler every day.

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