Oh where oh where has the time gone. It feels like just yesterday he was laying in my arms taking in every emotion on my face. It feels like he just held his bottle for the first time or managed to finally sit on his own.
In reality those milestones happened over 5 months ago. My baby is 9 months now and it seems as if the passing of every minute takes a tiny bit of his "babyness" with it.
While I am thrilled to watch him grow physically, emotionally and intellectually; it's heartbreaking to face the trade off.
With my baby hitting the 9 month mark comes walking, new teeth, transference of his infatuation with me to other caregivers and a newfound ability to resist anything he doesn't like with more than a cry.
My baby isn't a baby anymore. I'm not sure how I feel about that. If he could I am sure he would tell me to get over it, stop kissing me every minute and let me down so I can do what I need to do. He's officially over me and into everything else.
I realized I was done when I attempted to brush his teeth one day but was met with ah-ah-ah and na-na. After snatching the toothbrush, he crawled away cup in one hand tooth brush in another. Once he was far enough, he proceeded to brush his teeth.
I sat there stunned at having been reprimanded by a 9 month old but with plenty of peace knowing no one would EVER take advantage of him. Oh well I had a good run. Nothing good last forever but the memories will.