Ollie is up and walking and almost 11 months! Small spurts, but walking nonetheless. I wanted to say "I can't believe how fast she's growing", but that wouldn't be true. I can most certainly believe it. I knew exactly how fast this was going to go. There are times when I wish that all my kids were closer and that I had them all younger (like when it's so hard to lose this pregnancy belly fat at 36), but those thoughts are fleeting. I'm more often thankful that there were so many years between each of them and I as I grew older, I learned so much more about being present in those years and soaking it in. I watched Ollie plod up the stairs the other night as I followed closely behind, those fat, baby hands hands hitting every step and her looking back with pride after she steadied herself on each new stair. I thought, "Oh no, I'm going to forget this". And I probably would if I didn't talk about here, but I tried to soak it up and lock it my brain anyway!
Adeline is in Kinderarten already, after all! It doesn't seem like long ago she was doing all the same things, and I don't remember any vivid thoughts of her baby hands and chubby legs. And Baylor is a whole different story. That boy is a preteen! I was such a baby when I had him, I don't even know with certainty that I knew to slow down, take time, and burn those memories in my brain. One day I'll be thankful for the stories on this little blog, and hopefully so will my kids. Or they'll be mortified...but that's the chance we take as mommies!
