Every time I sit down to write about my youngest, I fail.
When I want to tell you about the newest milestone, he goes off and does something completely new, and I’m left in his dust (and scrambling for words).
This season of our lives is whizzing by us. He is in such a hurry to do all the things. This is the boy who rolled over at 3 months, crawled at 5 1/2 months, pulled up to standing at 7 months, cruising shortly after, walking by 1 year. He has a smattering of words that we understand (car, ball, balloon, shoes, Papa, Mama) and talks in full baby/ toddler sentences, that we have yet to decipher.
He makes it known to us what he wants – be it milk, food, the remote control car, to be picked up.
Also, don’t take him window shopping. Can you imagine what it’d be like when he can say, “I want…”? Oh. My.
He’s a cuddler, snuggler, hugger, and lap hoarder.
He laughs at the silliest, smallest things. He also cries at the tiniest of infractions (dear lord, please don’t even think about taking food away from him).
He loves to be dangled upside down, bounced and thrown into the air.
He’s a sharer, always handing me half of whatever he’s eating (sometimes, already chewed, eww).
He’s growing up, so, so quickly .So instead of desperately trying to take another picture, or write another blog post, I live in those fleeting moments. Watching little legs take off, with a wave of his hand, and maybe a glance back if I’m lucky.
And look, off he goes again, each step closer to independence and being his own person, and further away from the Scrumplet-shaped hole he’s carved into my life.
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