I am in no hurry to see Will grow up. But he doesn't seem to care what my thoughts are on the matter.
Nope, he is in a hurry to do, do, do and grow, grow, grow. This is the normal order of things, I suppose. I was e-mailing another blogger-mom-friend today and admitted that I am a mixture of emotions when it comes to Will's development.
Obviously, first and foremost, I am glad to see that he is hitting milestones as he should. He is ahead on some, behind on others, on time on most. We spend a lot of time with older babies and toddlers, and I notice that after a playdate where he sees his nine month old "girlfriend" doing something, he seems more eager to try himself. This week, he really amped up his scooting efforts and managed to move a few inches.
Each time he hits a new developmental milestone, I feel a strange tug in my heart. Of course, I am filled with maternal pride that my Little Man is doing exactly as he should. But I also feel a tiny prick of regret, knowing that these fleeting moments of infancy are quickly passing us by.
Here are some of the things that sweet baby Will can already do at six months old . . .
He holds his own bottle.
He sits up. . .
. . . even in a cart (and I got some funny looks when I was taking his picture).
And he steals my heart each and every day. Then again, he's been doing that from day one.