My sweet, delicious, handsome baby is 7-months-old today, and I suddenly realized that we’re now on the fast-slide to his first birthday. To say that this makes me a little sad would be an understatement. I am so excited and proud to see him grow and mature, but wow, I also really hate to see him inch farther and farther away from that itty-bitty baby phase.
There is at least one moment during every day when I look at his sweet face and just try to freeze time. I want to be able to hold him in my arms like I do now, forever. I want to remember how sweet he smells and to bottle up all of those ornery little glances he shoots my way. No amount of photos will capture the true essence of him as a baby. Needless to say, I completely understand why people crave that second or third baby a few years down the line. There is nothing more fulfilling than squeezing your baby and showering him with kisses.
I am not sure how long it will take Evan to start walking, but he is so strong that he can now stand (supported) for long periods of time. It’s so strange to see him gaining even that kind of independence. He’s going to be cruising soon enough, and it’s almost time to REALLY start babyproofing our house.
His favorite thing to say right now is “ba-ba-ba” or “bla-blah-blah” but he can definitely say mama too!
I do a lot of fantasizing about summer. It’s been such a long, cold winter. It will be so wonderful to be able to take Evan outside this summer to let him experience the outside world. Spring can’t come soon enough! I can’t believe my baby is 7-months-old already.