My baby. That's what I call Andrew.
As he comes down the stairs, "There's my baby!"
As he and Tom are wrestling, "Daddy, don't hurt my baby."
And in a million other situations every day.
Like right now. He climbed onto my lap to read his book after he woke up.
"Good morning, my baby." :)
I don't know how much longer he will let me call him this or when a snuggle on my lap might be his last so I'm savoring every minute of him.
Because he really is my baby.