This last month has really hit home that my little boy is barely a baby anymore. It feels like so much has changed and he's grown up and become this little person more so than ever before.
I know he's still technically a baby, and he's not a toddler yet, but he seems so big now. Of course this has been amplified about 100x by his Godmother's announcement that she is having her own little bundle of joy, but it's been such a rollercoaster of a month that I think I'd have felt this way no matter what.
Don't get me wrong, I'm loving this age so so much, and it just seems to keep getting better and better (
nine month update here) and although I do wish I'd relished those quiet newborn baby days a little more, I am adoring this fun, giggly, cuddly and energetic little minx that I get to spend my everyday with.
So why has this month made such a change?