My boys are growing up. Fast. There are times when I look at Ethan's long limbs and little feet and think, "when did he get so big?" "When did he become such a big boy?" Everyday is so different with Ethan. I never know what he's going to say or what he's going to do. I am constantly trying to stay three steps ahead of him that sometimes I forget to just stop and cherish how special he is. How amazing he is. How inspiring he can be. But there are moments when I'm hit hard with the reality of how quickly he's growing. How soon the time will come when he no longer makes me cards with "I Love Mom" written in his tiny four-year-old print. When he no longer writes notes and makes flags and creates wonderful water-color "plans" for the robots he wants to create. When I will no longer catch him sleeping like he is in this picture.
And then there's Dylan. My sweet, huggable, loveable, fit-throwing Dylan, who will be 9 months old in two days!
And he's a climber. Last night, he almost launched himself head-first into the bathtub because he used his little power toes to climb up the side of it. And if he gets a good grip on something above his head...well, he can pull himself off the ground. He's going to be the kid that ends up on top of the fridge!
This kid is a mover!
And fits. He can throw a good fit. When you take something away, he doesn't just cry. He puts his tiny little head on his tiny little arm and bawls. It's incredibly cute....for now.
I'm still breastfeeding....ugh. And he still wakes up at least twice a night. Double ugh. He's had two fevers in his short life and is currently on medicine for an ear infection. Poor guy. He's feeling better these days and is back on the move, but last week? Oh my! That was ROUGH!
So time...well...it's slipping away at warp speed. There's nothing left for me to do except hang on tight and hope I don't miss anything!