My baby boy is 9 months old today! I can't believe he's been out in the world for as long as he was in my belly. He's grown and changed soooo much! Let me reflect for a moment:
Camden Richard, born October 28th, 2010
6lbs 8oz 19 inches
(he was so little! we were expecting at least 8lbs)
Daddy got to go with him to get cleaned up and checked out.
The first time I held him.
Now he's 9 months old, crawling, walking the furnature, climbing the stairs, eating table food, saying mama, dada, baba, ni-ni (night-night) and no-no and has two teeth. He is the light of my days and the stars of my nights. He has such a funny disposition, he's always playing and laughing and making faces.
His explorations get him into some trouble though. The marks on his nose are from his speaker-climbing adventures. He likes to stand up and slap the tall speakers next to the tv, well he lost his balance one day and slid face first down the speaker.
He has figured out that some of his toys roll under the couch and if he crouches down he can reach under the couch to get them.
He is always digging under the couch now!
Life is too short.
I've heard a lot of sad stories of people who are losing babies, parents, husbands or wives. I really feel for them, no one should have go through that, but it makes me so much more thankful for my little family.
Hug your babies a little tighter today. You never know what tomorrow could bring.