I was just looking at the calendar and realized that in just 7 short days my baby boy will be 3/4th of a year old! I could cry! I just want to hold on to every single little second of his babyhood and savor it for all it’s worth.
Just today, he decided that he doesn’t want me to feed him with a spoon anymore. He has come pretty close to mastering the pincher grasp and is about 95% when it comes to getting food from his tray to his mouth via his little chubby hands. I have a feeling getting him to give up nursing won’t be that simple though. This boy loves his one-on-one mommy time. Trust me, I’m loving it just as much!
But, put him on the floor on his belly where he can’t reach something and he’s all about his mommy. He has no patience, really, when it comes to learning how to crawl. He would rather fuss for half a second and get picked up. I guess that what happens when you’re the baby around here…and rotten, as his daddy would say.
And he should be…because in just one week my baby is going to be an entire 9 months old! And, I’m pretty sure I’ll cry…just as much as I’ll give thanks for 9 amazing months I never thought I’d get again.