Jayce turned 11 months old yesterday. I cannot believe that next month my baby boy is going to be a year old! I need to slow down time. Somehow, someway. I could just smush his little cheeks, smother him with kisses and tickle him all day long. I love him so much it hurts sometimes. It's hitting me more and more lately, especially with Kyra going to preschool, that time goes by so quickly when our children are young. Right now I know everything about Jayce's day. What he does, what he eats, where he goes. Even with a baby-sitter, I get all the details about what he's done and eaten while I was gone. When he's a teenager, out and about on the town, he's not necessarily going to want or need to share all those details with me. I'm going to lose a part of the precious relationship I have with him right now. I'm going to lose the ability to know everything about him. It sounds controlling and I'm not meaning it to.
It's just that right now I am his provider for everything(and Eric as well but to a different degree). I was playing with him at swimming lessons tonight, watching him sitting up on the edge of the pool and was struck anew at how big he is getting. It hurt to think about the day he won't need me as much. He'll be making his own decisions, driving down roads I won't know about, driving with friends instead of with me, dating(ahhh!) All I can do is hope that I am raising in a way that he'll make good decisions and we'll be able to work together through the bad ones. Is this making sense to anyone? Can I blame it on hormones? 11 months after having a baby they must still be going crazy, right? These emotions and thoughts hit me at various times, today is one of those days and since I'm blogging you all get to read about it.
Since I could literally burst into tears just writing this I'm going to move on to what Jayce has been up to the last month. He plays peek-a-boo by himself now(so cute!), loves, loves, loves to climb. Everything and anything and is very scarily getting much better at it. He always wants to be on the move and is starting to dislike the stroller and car seat if he's in them for extended periods of time. Even swimming lessons was hard tonight because he just wanted to move on his own power and didn't want anybody holding him. He desperately wants to walk and we've been practicing with him, trying to get him to take a few steps on his own. He can do 1 or 2 at a time before he falls into us. Maybe he'll be walking by his 1st birthday! He loves to bang on our coffee table with whatever makes noise. His palm, toy hammer, trucks, phones . . . it's a little surprising since he really does not like loud noises. I guess it's different if he's the one making the noise:) He's also a big fan of the trampoline, especially if Kyra's on it with him, bouncing him around.
Kyra is still his favorite person in the world although lately we've had some times together when I can get him laughing just as much as she does! Some of the best moments are when I'm chasing him around the house and he turns around and crawls as fast he can to me and then attempts to climb up me to get into my arms. Warms my heart everytime. Too bad he's not a cuddler and I can hold him for 2 seconds before he's off again. Have I mentioned that I love this boy?
Enough of my babbling. Here are some pictures of my favorite little guy.
His favorite place to sit. I'm pretty sure he does it because he knows it gives me a mini-heart attack.

How can I be upset though, when he's so happy?

Love, love, love. What more can I say?



Snacktime. Sitting at the picnic table like a big boy.

Not sure what was up with this expression. But since it's the opposite of what he normally expresses, I had to put it up.

Yes, he climbed up there all by himself.

And incredibly proud of himself for it. Another mini heart attack moment.


Figuring things out on the gate.

Favorite place to stand when we're outside, especially if the cats are on the other side.

So happy to be walking

Chilling on the bike with daddy

"Don't worry dad, I got this"

If you're not going to let me out and climb, I'll just do it in here.

Jayce loves the buttons on his truck.

Hammer Time:)

One of his favorite places to stand inside.

There you have it folks. My one-of-a-kind, handsome, smiley, wonderful, squishable baby boy. Good-night!