don’t blink

It’s hard to know what to write about Grip these days–there’s something slightly new every day, but it’s all so incremental. Just lately, in the last week or so, Mom and I have both noticed that he seems to have ceased being a Baby and become a Little Boy. Possibly it’s because he can stand so tall now, for as long as he wants, as long as you hold him straight. He looks around attentively, purposefully, tracks things, reacts to people, even those who aren’t interacting with him directly. He grabs at things, moves them, plays with them. It’s all this, but something more: just the look of him. I’m starting to be able to imagine him running around, exerting his will. It makes me giggle with delight and anticipation. I can’t wait to have a little playmate, rather than an animated toy (you know what I mean). It also scares the crap out of me. Our apartment isn’t child-proof! It’s too small! We don’t have a high chair!

Now that I’m working, I feel like I have to drink in every moment I spend with him. It’s a cliche but it’s true: he’s growing up ridiculously fast. He’s only four months old and already I feel like he’s been through several fundamental stages. Is it always going to be like this? Slow down!