"Love your hair," he says still busy with it, I sigh and get up from the bed ruining his game and making him pout.
"Let's get you changed" I say and take him toward the changing table, I change his diaper, making sure he's clean and dry before putting a new one on him and an outfit for the day.
He's his happy usual self, playing with nuggets hiding his face while being changed even a year later he's still too shy. I put him in a onesie along with some overalls and his shoes, carried him to the bathroom so I can brush his teeth and face and finally did a quick brush to his hair, making it messy but propper messy.
I set him back on the bed while I went to get ready, I'll need to pick my stuff up, everything else can stay except my belongings. I saw him looking at me while getting dressed,
