Toes-Week Seven/Fifty-Two
Soon he will be walking. He may be the earliest walker I've had, yet. At only nine months old already so close. Honestly it is both a relief (because he's getting so heavy to lug around!) and sad at the same time; bittersweet I suppose. He's really becoming less like a baby, and more like a toddler. But for now, there are still the baby toes. And chubby fingers. And tiny things on the floor that he tries to eat (a stage which I welcome to pass quickly)!
As time passes, and my baby grows, and I submit my weekly pictures of the kids (which, really, will likely end up being just pictures of the baby!) I am reminded how mornings, afternoons, days...weeks get away from me. Sometimes it seems insurmountable to just get one good snapshot of my children. To freeze just one moment in time. A moment in time when there are not tears, or attitudes, or chaos. And while oftentimes I feel rushed and hurried to simply submit something...I am constantly reminding myself that a little something is better than nothing.
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