Eight months

Meg wanted to watch home videos on my iPad this morning and now I’m all sad. The eight months since Paul was born have flown by and I feel like toddler Meg disappeared right before my eyes. In the video of bringing Paul home, she was almost 25 months. She looks so little! I barely even remember that Meg. I have no idea how she turned into almost-3 Meg without me noticing.

Paul has changed a lot, too, but that’s to be expected. He’s barely a baby anymore, though. He’ll be a toddler any day now. He’s a master crawler. If you turn your back for a couple seconds, all you’ll see when you turn back is his little diapered bottom disappearing around the corner (on his way to get into something he shouldn’t, obviously). He pulls himself up and cruises around the furniture. He can hold onto the coffee table with one hand and bend down to pick something up from the floor with the other. Earlier Meg was in our rocking recliner and he was standing in front of it holding on. Meg leaned back a little, pulling the edge of the chair just out of his reach, and he stood there, strong and not at all wobbly, for the second it took the edge to come back into his reach.

How did we go from this:



June 2011 (sorry for the poor quality – this is a screenshot of an iPhone video)

 To this?


February 2012



Comments

  1. I am feeling this right now! Will has started talking SO MUCH and I wonder when he stopped being my baby. And I’m sure adding another baby to the mix will just make them both seem that much older.

  2. Aw, Jess, I totally get this. I don’t think it really hit me how big Jackson had gotten until I saw him next to his newborn cousin a couple of weeks ago. All the sudden my tiny baby looked like a little boy instead of an infant. It’s no joke when they say they grow up so fast. Especially these first couple of years.