A year. A year! How has it been a year? This boy who once fit into the crook of my arm, squishy face folded into his soft and warm body, hands clenched tight and eyes shut against the onslaught of the world… he stands, he claps, he smiles and laughs a laugh that is bigger than his body. It breaks my heart and thrills me all at once.
A is 11 months old — he’s almost not a baby anymore! Here’s his monthly update.
Wow this month flew. I blinked, and it's almost September. The weather is turning, the leaves are falling (although that may have to do with the utter lack of rain through August), and A is babbling with purpose, almost crawling with his hands AND knees, and pulling up on everything!
Hi, bad mama...
I'm not sure of the exact numbers, but he's still (barely) fitting in his infant seat!
A-bum (that's what he kind of calls himself), Abrummy, A-boom-boom; M still calls him 'little guy' and also 'boy' which is a little bizarre.
He's been a...
So. This guy actually turns eight months old... next week. BUT I HAVE A GOOD REASON TO BE LATE, hah. We were out of town for the last two weeks, just got home, and I finally unearthed M's tablet so that I could write this while she's occupied. I'm going to try my best to write it based on seven months, not what's currently happening with A...