My son turned 9 months yesterday. That’s 3 months younger than a year but at least 4 more than 5 months (I may have to check my math on that one). I cannot believe how fast these past months have flown by! It has totally blown me away the changes that I have seen him go through in such a short period of time.
And to top it all off – the little guy has decided that crawling just isn’t enough for him and he’s moved on to walking!
I’m not going to lie – I was a bit upset about missing it. My sister was baby sitting while I took care of a few things and visited a lovely friend of mine and she was the one who coaxed him into taking his first solo steps.
I walked through the door and she was holding him standing and let him go with a resounding “Walk to Mama!”
And. He did.
That little guy took eight or nine steps, all wobbly and smiling with his huge grin and he walked right into my arms!
Nothing could possible describe what I felt at that moment. Elated. Happy. Mournful. Comes a bit close.
My baby is growing up – he no longer stays where you put him, he’s into everything he can get his hands on and boy can that little guy give you a run for your money when he’s intent on something!
On one hand I am so happy that my little man is becoming his own little person but at the same time I mourn for the times when I could just hold him and cuddle and we were content to spend 18 hours a day in bed with each other.
What a crazy experience this parenthood thing is turning out to be!
I’m sure there will be lots of cuddle time in the future. And what’s more fun than running after a giggling munchkin?
Gabby (aka Gabrielle Fitzgerald) is a web and print developer working in the beautiful northern climes of Alberta, Canada. Owner of a small business - 
