Look at what my baby can do. He is walking! And because he is such a cute little smarty pants, he has also mastered the ever-tricky stair descent.
He's not so much a baby anymore. (sigh.)
I look at my littlest boy and am amazed at his ability to turn a corner, walk into another room, and upon his return have become even more adorable, more smart and silly and handsome, more endeared to my heart.
I do not want my baby to grow up.
Sure, I am excited for him to stop biting my leg whenever he gets close enough. And I think it will be great when he can feed himself and stop wearing diapers. But I do not want to forget the sound of his incessant baby-babbling chatter. Or the look of his 6-toothed grin... or the way he resembles Frankenstein when he walks. I want to remember the feel of his soft baby skin, the rolls of his Michelin-Man legs. The smell of his breath when he comes in for a slobbery kiss. The way my heart-strings are tugged every time he snuggles in to my shoulder and begins to suck his thumb.
I know I will blink and he'll be in kindergarten. In middle school. In high school.
Walking. Running. Driving.
Ready or not...my sweet baby boy is now my toddler.
I am going to do my best to bask in every moment.