This is a picture of my littlest. He is on his way upstairs to go night night. He is just as sweet as he can be, sometimes. He is the youngest of three. The oldest being 16 and the middle child being 11, what a spread, we could not have planned it an worse, but he is a blessing. I tell you being a new mother again at 42, was quite a surprise, but I am such a different mother with this one then I was with my daughter. 16 years really makes a difference in mothering, the things that seemed so important really are not, I am much more relaxed with this little guy.