My baby

My baby is growing up. Sometimes I love him so much because he is older but most of the time I kiss his chubby cheeks all day long because it will be too long before I hold another baby to add to my progeny.
He has chunky hands, and stubby fingers.
He talks all the time and has started to use sentences.
He points to himself and says, "Peacock" his dad's nickname for him.
The other day he came and hugged me and as we were cuddling I said, who is going to hug me when you grow up? Who will be my baby? He pointed to himself, and said peacock. So I hugged him harder.
Oh, big baby toddler boys don't keep.