A few weeks ago, I took Steven to get a photoshoot in his cute church outfit and realized he's growing up. Obviously he's been getting bigger, but he's growing up. One obvious thing was that he wouldn't stand still
He was telling me stories
He's been acting more and more like a big boy; obssessed with playing with balls, driving the car, running, jumping, climbing, playing with sticks, dirt, etc. He's growing up. One day when he got up from his nap he didn't look like a baby anymore. Then we're trying to decide about his next haircut, whether or not to layer it fully....officially like a big boy. Last Thursday at MMO, they moved him and a few others to another room and had them sit at a table to eat their lunch. I think that was the nail on the head, he's growing up. He more and more of a joy everyday, but he's also becoming more independent. With that has come an opinion on what he wears, what he does, eats, etc. It's thrown me for a complete loop.
He's still the love of my life. He's not a baby anymore; but will always be my baby.
