Little man finally decided he was sick of sitting around wishing he could reach this or that…and off he went! This past Monday morning, I looked up to see him scooting across the floor like a little inch worm, and my mama heart swelled all up as I started cheering him on.
My baby is getting so big; half the time I feel bipolar as I go from feeling so excited to see him do the next big thing, while the rest of the time I find myself nearly in tears because I feel like he might as well be moving off to college.
One thing is for sure – this boy doesn’t want to sit and cuddle with mama anymore. He’s always gotta be on the go! I’m so darn proud of him. Tonight he fell asleep in my arms after nursing him before bed, and I just sat and stared at him for the longest time. I know it sounds cliche, but my emotions can just almost not handle him growing and changing so much. I know one day he will be too big to hold in my arms anymore, and until then I will be soaking up every second I have with him as my little baby. They are too short.