My son is now nearly eight months old. We are celebrating his very first Christmas tomorrow and couldn't be more excited. Well...I guess we could be more excited, but it would end in a tremendous explosion. We have already given him most of his toys because we are excited, more so than him. But that is not why I am writing this blog. (hence the title)
You can probably figure out, by the title of this blog, that I am going to tell you that Levi is now up and moving. He has really begun crawling in the past two weeks. Its crazy. He went from my sweet, rocking-back-and-forth-on-his-hands-and-knees, little boy to my moving-about-the-house-causing-chaos, little monster. But, even though his new found freedom is more work for us, its one of the most exciting milestones we have reached, thus far. To boot, as of yesterday, he pulled himself to standing, in his crib when he was done napping. I have experienced hapiness before, but to walk in and see my little boy, standing on his very own, is almost overwhelming. Tears immedietly flow. Its so exciting for us both. The look of accomplishment on his face is priceless. I am, however, sad, that all of this seems to be passing by so quickly. Sometimes, I wish i could just push the "slow motion" button and absorb it all in.
Now, If I could just get him to change his own diaper....maybe one day. :)