Lately, I have been having the hardest time wrapping my mind around my bebe turning One. I just can't believe it has been a whole year since I was laying on the couch as a beached whale, finding mobility so difficult, grown out of maternity clothes, basically wearing the same pair of blue gym pants and xl t-shirt every day because it was the only thing that fit. Eh, this is the beginning of a post i should write on his birthday, I suppose.
What i really came here to say today was that OUR BABY TOOK THREE STEPS ON HIS OWN YESTERDAY!
He was out in front of me, facing me, and I was holding his 2 new balls that we bought him at walmart on friday. He must've REALLY wanted them because he took THREE steps to get to me (and the balls). As soon as he reached me/them he dropped down on his butt and went right back to crawling, though!
Roger and I *thought* we saw him take a couple steps between the chair and exersaucer on Thursday night, but neither of us was looking directly AT him when it happened, so we weren't positive!
I suppose before I know it I'll be posting about his first pair of big boy shoes and playing at playgrounds!