I can’t believe it. My baby is now 9 months old. In just 3 months, I’ll have both a 3 year old and a 1 year old. A toddler and a preschooler. Someone hold me. It’s all going too fast.
It seems like every day is filled with new milestones. Baby O had great promise of crawling the old fashioned way but like his brother, has decided that dragging himself across the floor and pushing off with one toe is the better way to do things. Thankfully, he’s much slower moving this way. But still…baby gates are looming in our near future. We’re still waiting for the next round of teeth. After the first two, we’ve had nothing for the past two months. Not that this has slowed down his eating any. I’ve never seen a baby pack away the amount of food he does. It’s almost gross but he loves it so much that we happily rejoice that he doesn’t care what combination of food I’m making for him, as long as he gets lots of it.
Part of my journey as a mom feels like it’s coming to an end. Baby O will likely be our last little set of feet to stomp through our house and as he approaches toddlerhood with what feels like lightening speed, part of me is mourning and wishing it could last just a bit longer. I’m not a fan of the lack of sleep, fussy baby days or the random discoveries of vomit but the smiles, the giggles and the cuddles make it all worthwhile and most definitely worth repeating again (my husband disagrees. Hence the two-kid limit).
For now, I’m cherishing every moment with my sweet little boys and mentally preparing myself for the months and years ahead. I’ll leave you with these images because it doesn’t matter how bad of a day I’m having, they never fail to make me smile. And yes…this is how he smiles. Big, wide and without shame.