In 3 Months, I'm Gonna Be a Mess

My little guy turns 9 months old this weekend....which means in approximately 90 days, I'll have a good hard cry because my baby boy will celebrate his first birthday.  He will be my last child to turn one ever again.  Ever.  Okay, I'll save the sappiness for three months from now, but I'm pretty sure I'll be in bad shape.

This month, he's been such an overachiever.

-He was a champ getting his ear tubes.  Thank goodness for those bad boys.
-He got his first two little teeth on the bottom and the next four on top are knocking at the door.
-He's still not too interested in food, but obviously he's getting plenty to eat (the little chunker).  I found that he likes baby food pouches better than eating from a spoon.
-My favorite thing he does right now is when he's nursing, he'll look up and smile at me and reach out with his chubby hand to play with my face.  It melts my heart every time.

I have to constantly remind myself to savor the moments I have with him as my little baby....as I do with all of my children.  I've said it many times, but I'll say it again.  Time goes by too dang fast.  It's really unfortunate that I don't have super powers to freeze time.  I guess I'll just have to pretend I do, and never, ever blink.  Ever again.

Happy 3/4 of a year, little B-man!