I can't help but think that Danny's develop- ment is spiraling out of control before my very eyes. All of a sudden, he's a master at getting from laying down...to sitting...to kneeling...to standing...and then he's getting into something he's not supposed to get into...and then he's falling...and then he repeats the process over and over again all day long.
Plus: he's starting to wave, bang on things, "dance" (I use that term loosely), and talk, talk, talk. And last but certainly not least, he's getting so big that my back is finally giving out (I'll need to start "squatting and use the legs" when I pick him up and/or get myself one of those nifty weight-lifting belts), he's wearing 12m-18m clothing, down to the lowest setting on the crib and has now switched to the "big kid" car seat.It's all a little much for one mom to take in. Sigh.
No comments:
Post a Comment