No, I am
not pregnant! I've had dreams lately where I am pregnant--pretty sure it's from thinking of my sister and sister-in-law {who is due any day with another little girl!}. Don't freak out on me, friends. No baby number three {well, yet anyway *wink*}.
I'm talking about my Madelyn. In a little over one week she will turn 9 months. That is 3/4's of a year old. Three quarters of a year old! Today I watching my little ham gobble up some birthday cake and ice cream--it was Leo's 33rd birthday today!--and I just sat there. Like a total Mommy snapping pictures. Soaking in all of these baby moments.
I mean, seriously. Eating cake and ice cream with her hands and it flying everywhere made my day. Her grunting and growling for more...Isabella laughing hysterically at her and then yelling for more herself...cake all over the place...her searching for more.
Then I flashed back to her earlier today. She pulled herself up to stand. She was standing at a tilt...but she was standing. She went from sitting to holding on for dear life and standing up. I was
just secretly happy that this hadn't happened yet. I think I was grasping on and holding on to that moment where she isn't wanting to walk...or stand. Army crawling? Rocks her world--I'm telling you, she goes everywhere--fast as lightening, but it's still her Army crawl.
I just can't believe her 1st birthday is rapidly approaching. Time? Are you listening? Can you slow down just a tad bit? I just don't want to forget these days...these moments...at all.