Forward

Sometime over the weekend it finally clicked. Instead of moving himself all over the place by sliding backwards, he figured out the forward motion makes things a little easier. So, forward it is. We have a real crawler in our house and I have mixed emotions about it. 

Perhaps by the end of the day my back won't hurt so much. But his crawling means he's growing up, which means he's that much closer to walking, and that much closer to no longer being my baby anymore. And that just seems sad. 

How easy was life when I could just set him on the ground and he'd stay put. Easy peasy! Now he's into everything, which is actually ok with me because I know he's just curious. Discover away little one, discover away. Just don't mind me chasing after you making sure you don't swallow too many things that shouldn't be swallowed.

I love watching this little boy learn and grow every single day. In fact, I'm already afraid I won't be able to keep up with his desire to learn. He's the most attentive and alert kid I have ever met, and I know it's because he's going to be a smarty pants in no time at all. Sometimes I already think he is with how well he knows how to trick me...like his daily attempts at tricking me into believing he's already had a nap when I know he hasn't. 

He's a sly one. And I love him, a lot!