Nine Months (and letting go)

Yesterday Preston turned the big NINE (9 months) So much has changed in the past month. He has grown so much, learned so many new things, improved on other things, and our bond has hands down become so much stronger. He is cruising along side furniture, pulling up on everything in sight, has 4 legit teeth, eating finger food like a champ, and sleeping through the night with out a dream feed. He is learning how to do puzzles, starting to point at familiar object, giving hugs and kisses left and right, learning what no means, and turning into a little boy right before my eyes.

It's such a strange feeling having your little infant turn into a toddler. When they are infants, they need you for everything and have zero independence. Now that he is learning to be more independent, I feel more of a connection with him now because he chooses to want me. When he was a newborn, he just needed someone to take care of him, and he felt content in anyone's loving arms. Now, he wants his Mama. He wants me to be the one to put him to sleep, he wants me to be the one he watches tv with, and he want me to be the one who feeds him... And that is one heck of an incredible feeling.

Tonight I took a part Preston's bouncer and swing. I put his Bumbo chair and tiny little clothes that he has grown out of in boxes and they are now in the garage. I feel like I'm having to let go of my tiny little baby, but I know I'm gaining the most precious soon to be toddler. When I was pregnant everyone told me to enjoy every second of Preston being itty bitty because it goes by way to quickly. I am so pleased to be able to say that I did enjoy every single second. I took in every moment and stored it in the memory box in my brain, but more importantly in my heart.

Happy 9 months Angel, I love you so much.