Not so long ago I began to worry about Frankie’s development, he hated tummy time, he had yet to roll over and he was still drinking six to seven bottles a day. I began comparing him to other babies his age and started fretting over his development.
Then one evening I went in to check on him and he was sleeping on his tummy, i had yet to witness it but the ‘rollover’ was complete. The following morning he blurted out mama, fast forward two weeks and he’s recognising signs, he sits up unaided and he’s clapping hands.
Now I’m afraid to blink. He’ll be riding Tinkerbell our lab like a cowboy around the house soon. Frankie is roaming through the house, exploring, marking his territory, letting us know who is boss. When I’m cooking dinner he creeps around the fridge, practically hanging out of his walkers expressing his interest in whatever is on the menu.
Last week I was making a stir-fry, their he was loitering about, so I gave him a slice of yellow pepper. Assuming he would throw it away, he gnawed, chewed and demolished every last piece. Tinkerbell has some competition; she normally gets the left-overs.
My boy is going to be talking, walking and answering back before I know it. I was wishing time away, rushing precious moments for the sake of competing with others, now I just want to rewind every milestone. It’s been a rollercoaster the past couple weeks, I’m overwhelmed with how quick my baby is growing.
Can we just pause this moment?