I mean he'll always be my baby, and he's not even a year old yet, but still. Lately he's feeling more kid than baby. I'm sure once he's mobile it's only going to feel more so that he's not a baby anymore. And this only drives the point home. Remember this post? Go check it out for a second, and then come back here.
And now look at this.
He hardly fits in my arms anymore! I feel like I'm doing one of those recreations where grown children pose for their childhood pictures again. E even seemed in on the joke of it all.
Every day he's learning something new, getting a little bit stronger, and more independent. It's sad, but at the same time, so much fun to watch him master something new.
Also, we had our 6 month doctors appointment (hello shots!) and got an update on height and weight. He gained about a pound a month (exactly what they're looking for) and is now weighing in at 17.5 pounds! He even gained a little bit of height and is now 26.25 inches tall. Still a little peanut there!
So this is normally the part of my birth story where I talk about all the complications and how badly I hemorrhaged afterwards. Except this time I had a doctor that actually listened when I told her my history and it was a game changer. I think I lost less blood than I did with E. It was amazing to not only feel okay minutes after delivery, but to have a calm delivery room. No one rushed the baby away, no extra help rushing in, just a quiet room.