One, Two, Three!!!

That's the number of solo steps Jack took towards me yesterday. He has been taking one step forward for a few days but usually falls. This time, he was hanging onto the edge of the couch, so I reached out to him and told him to come to me. He smiled and let go. One step...then another...a small wobble...and then step three. The best part was that he did not fall after that last step. He just stood there basking in the praise.

I was shocked to see him walk, and it was not a one time performance either. He took another three steps again today. Like with every other accomplishment my children have made in their lives, I was thrilled and devastated at the same moment. He is ten and a half months old, and I seriously thought that I had another month before my baby was going to walk. Walking is such a huge milestone, and to me, it bridges the gap between baby and toddler.

With his birthday just around the corner, I find myself in denial about the fact that the days of having a baby in the house are coming to an end. For example, I refuse to think about Jack's birthday. Charlie's 1st birthday was planned when he turned 9 months. I just got up the courage to order invitations for Jack's birthday last night, and I would be lying if I told you I am excited about the party. This momma wants to bottle my baby and keep him just as he is.