I have a 7-month-old baby. Not a newborn anymore. A baby. Toddlerhood probably isn’t too far away.
“They” say that they grow up so fast. “They” are so right. It’s just freaky how fast it is. It’s like I’m back in high school and bam! I just woke up to take my mid-term exams. Where did the semester go? I was there as it was happening. I showed up to class everyday. I turned in my papers. I studied for the tests and quizzes. I took those test and quizzes. But still…I woke up and it was the end of the semester. I just felt like I blinked and there it was.
I’ve been here everyday. I’ve fed my baby. I’ve changed my baby. I’ve helped him (as much as one mom can) learn how to roll over and sit up. I’ve entertained him with lights and rattles and stuffed bears. But, bam! I woke up one day to a 7-month-old and I have no idea how that happened.
I loved having a newborn. (Oh those curled up into a ball on your chest cuddles!) I love having a baby. (Oh those laughs and giggles and burrowing into mom’s shoulder!) But man, these stages go so fast!
A recent picture:
His scrapbook page: