Say hello to my baby.

I know. I know.

He’s adorable, right?

Sorry. Was that a proud mama thang to say? ::snort::

But, seriously. He’s cute.

He’s also the baby of the family. I think y’all know what that means. The lil’ stinker gets his way 98% of the time. He knows how to work the system. My man and I being the system.

Some days he’s the most darling creature. Other days he’s a tyrant.

I find that I’ve grown much more relaxed in my parenting over the last {almost} 15 years. Things I wouldn’t allow my first born to get away with when I was 19, I snicker at with my baby now that I’m 34.

I’ve chilled out.

Or is it that I’ve grown lax? Mmmmm. No need to answer that.

Maybe it’s because I know he’s the last. He’s truly the baby. Maybe that’s it.

Yes, that’s my story. And I’m sticking to it. ::wink::

What about the baby of your family? We’re you the baby of the family {like me} growing up?