He crawls now. He went from a frustrated non-mover to a speed demon in under a week. He darts from the back door to the front in record speed and as I watch his thighs jiggle and skim the rug, I know it.
I don’t want to admit it, but I know it. He’s already breaking away. My baby is growing up. Sure, he still needs me to feed him and change him, but now he can get around without my help. And it is a constant reminder that I’m only entrusted with this little gem for about 17 more years and then, for better or worse, he will be a man of his own out in the world. Hello child-rearing!