He's advanced beyond his 8 months, or at least we were not quite ready for these huge changes! Gone are the days that Boy Babe will sit calmly on the floor playing with toys. He's on the move, pulling up already, trying to climb stairs, and if we'd let him, he'd spend his time rolling around near the toilet or trying to chew the extension chords plugged into the wall.
Toys? Eh. That's not as fun. I'd rather keep mom and dad on their toes.
Matt gave him his first ride on a little trike, and I know you can't see his face in the pic but let's just say it looked something like, "I'd rather be chewing on and ruining an important document right now." But then he got the hang of it and decided the thing with wheels wasn't so bad.
This new life of ours with little ones is beyond an adventure. So much is uncertain. God's love is constant.
