My baby girl is crawling! Oh good grief is she crawling! She's a maniac! Smiles all over her face as she races to escape the clutches of confinement! FREEDOM! Great for her...chaos for me! I so wish she could stay small, swaddled and cuddling, but I suppose growing up is unavoidable. It's funny, I'm so proud of her when she hits another milestone, yet I long for her to stop learning so much so fast. She turned eight months just a few days ago, seems to me she's moving quicker than she needs to. Silly baby.
My older children are so great with her! They still race into my room in the morning when she starts to squeak. They hover over her while she moves about the house and they argue about who's turn it is to hold her. I thought she'd be like any latest new toy; scrambling to play with her for the first little while then the novelty would wear off. No luck. They are still fascinated by her, as am I. I stare at her while she sleeps, and hold her feet when she's eating. I just can't get enough of her. All of this love and affection she gets while she's small will hopefully shape her into a kind considerate and loving individual. I just hope that she doesn't become spoiled and entitled. Yikes! Have to be careful about that!
For now, we will all enjoy having a baby ripping around the house and tearing up our lives! Yeah baby!
