As I type this my son is sitting straight up in his crib.
Last night he could not bring himself to a sitting position from laying down and today he is an old pro, going back and forth between sitting and laying.
These days it is hitting me hard that these precious moments of Fox being my teeny baby are fleeting. He is simply growing too fast for my liking.
Isn’t it amazing how we are so eager for the milestones as we watch them grow but when they arrive they usher in bittersweet sadness?
A few months ago I purchased a banner to tie onto Fox’s high chair for his first birthday. It’s beautifully crafted in the theme of the party (camping), with buffalo check fabric strips, burlap, and a felt tree. I’ve been so excited for his birthday to arrive (four months from this Thursday), but today I want to pack the banner and forget it exists. Is there some kind of manual on how to keep your baby from aging?
From this day forward I will savor every moment. I will try to better embrace the needy whines, the daily floor chases, and the fact that I rue the day I decided to buy a touch screen laptop (he’s handsy, my guy).