I am starting to feel the pull of the loss of Garrett's babyness, or babyhood. I know all you moms of older children are probably laughing. However, with eight months looming over our heads I am starting to feel the pull of all the things to come between now and one year, and then beyond. Feeding him meat, and progressing onto finger foods, crawling and mobility, the socialness he has developed, babbling and talking, and even at some point weaning off of the bottle.
He already looks so much like a little boy, with all his hair and his facial features. As I rock him to sleep at night, with his legs wrapped around me, because his body is to long to fit straight anymore, all I see is the little boy he is becoming, the baby is quickly disappearing.