My boy is a month older already. At 6 months he could crawl. At 7 months he was standing up by holding on to something, all by himself. And now he’s walking (or, I guess, sidling) around the table while holding on for his dear life. He also got another two teeth, which makes 4 so far. My little baby doesn’t seem like much of a baby anymore.
I wake up in the morning, go to his room to get him ready for the day, and I find him standing up in his bed with the biggest grin on his face. It melts my heart every time, and I fall in love all over again, every day.