Something happened at the 9 month mark.. No day is ever the same, no matter how hard I try to stick with my schedule. And every day now there seems to be a new trick learned. Yesterday it was standing upright and holding on to something (really someone) with one hand and today he started waving. It looks more like a floppy queen wave, but its. a. wave. He has also perfected the art of dancing to every tune that comes on, which makes the sporadic ice-cream truck drive-by and dance themed ringtones take on a whole new level of awesomeness. I can't get over it. I have a chubby baby who dances. I am complete. I keep fighting the urge to hold on too tightly to this baby stage, to photograph every second and weep thinking about how quickly it's going by, but I am also overwhelmed by how excited I am to watch this boy grow. I am privileged for it. I am slayed by it.
All this to say.. Happy Friday, Bears.
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