Baby Boy is officially sitting up on his own.
He’s been doing it for a couple of weeks now — since just after the four-month mark — but it’s just in the last week that he’s been staying up for long periods, without tumbling backwards and whacking his adorable little head on the carpet.
It’s crazy. I spread out his quilt on the floor, sit him it, put some toys in front of him, and he just sits there and PLAYS! On his own! He reaches into his basket of letters and stirs them around, and reaches for Sophie the Giraffe
, and plays with his little phonics LeapFrog thingy.
He looks like such a little boy, sitting there.
Ohhh, why is it so amazing to watch them grow up and learn new things, and also so hard to acknowledge that your little baby is getting older? That is the parenting paradox, isn’t it?