He loves this block train set and his new dump truck.
Today I just had some overwhelming emotion when it came to watching my [baby] play...how did he get so smart, so big? So fast? Everyone tells you how fast things go.."make sure to take lots of pictures"..."you'll blink and before you know it, he's grown"..."doesn't it feel like yesterday you were feeling those flutters in your tummy and here he is!"...but can anyone really prepare a parent for it? No. He can say so many different words-"GO, Jerry, Thank you, I love you, momma, dadda, hungry, this, ball, car, turtle, puppy, bath"....there's a lot that comes out as sounding like one thing, but I know what he means-I'm his momma after all. I speak baby. And his coordination, amazing. For months you are right there making sure your baby can't fall over, wobble and you're right there to catch them. Now he just zooms by on his Radio Flyer Bumper Car...on and off, over and over. Stairs...watch out. He climbs those too. IS there anything my baby can't do? I'm not prepared for more. I'm not ready for him to not be called a baby. I don't have a toddler. I have a baby...well, sort of. But when I see him doing all the things he is doing and how he can reason, communicate and everyday is something new or he gets a little better at something than the day before...my heart sinks. Life is so fleeting, so unforgiving. The moments we live everyday are individual; we can never get those same ones back. I have been taking more breaks to be silly, get on the floor...mess my hair up blowing raspberries on his tummy, putting aside the remote to read books and sort through puzzles, enjoying a stroll with him running ahead of me, anything to breath these moments in that I can't get back.