Growing is Bitter Sweet

My lil' guy is almost 8 months and is still considered a baby on all accounts, but still, I can't help but sometimes feel a wee bit sad that he's not an itty bitty baby anymore!

This morning, he was army crawling around and playing on the floor and I saw him for the very first time go from laying down to sitting up, all by himself with no assistance from person or object! I clapped my hands and he grinned at me with his big gap-toothed smile. Then I got down on the floor to play with him. I started tapping two bowls together, then he picked up two bowls and mimicked my clapping. It's amazing how quickly he's learning and growing into a real kid who plays and interacts and is so much darned fun (most of the time).

But... this afternoon I met up with a group of my mommy friends and one of them had her 1 month old with her. We all oohed and aahed over the teeny tiny leg dangling from her carrier. When she got him out later, he was just so friggin' adorable I nearly lost it! It brought back such a powerful whirlwind of memories and emotions!

Remember when Kenzo was so teeny and stayed all scrunched up most of the time, and then would streeeeeeeetch out so far and make this funny wrinkly forehead like an old man!

Kenzo around a week old. 8 pounds of solid... skin! haha!

And he would make these teeny tiny grunts and sneezes, man he sneezed ALL THE TIME! haha! His explosive poo's triggered his startle reflex and he would flail all 4 limbs way out and make the funniest scared face!

Sure now he's fun to play with and makes cute squeals and babbles and is nice and plump and has total head control (working on the body control) and I'm not scared of breaking him every second, so there's that! But man, those teeny tiny babies... I can see why some moms just keep having them! ^_^ As for me, I can wait a few years! I'll just get my kicks from drooling over my mommy friends' new babies!

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