I just left DS's room because the poor, little guy is teething like crazy and having terrible diarrhea with it. He just woke up screaming because he went again and it burns his poor bottom. I cleaned him up good and slathered his butt paste all over. Then I just sat in there and rocked him.
The sweet little guy just had his head tucked between my chin and shoulder and softly snored. He is my last baby and I can't believe how sweet he is. He is a big cuddler and such a joy to his sister and I. I'm just so in love with him. He's going to be one on the 12th and it makes my heartache that my baby is growing up.
I couldn't help but think while I was rocking him, how much STBX has missed out on. He pretty much checked out after DS was born and went far into the A fog. He's had little to no interest in the kids for the past year until recently. He had a great relationship with dd beforehand, so she's taken to him again quickly. However, my little guy doesn't even know him. He smiles at him in a "you seem like an okay guy" kind of way, but not in an excited to see daddy way.
I hate that I have to share MY sweet boy with him and Hello Kitty. They don't deserve my kids and especially not my sweet boy that he never even bonded with. It just makes me sick.