baby steps

Gracie started walking this weekend. Most mamas understand that this is a happy and exciting thing, but it's also sad. We are nearing the end of her "firsts". She's already done the first smile,rolling over, sitting up, crawling, clapping, standing, first word (mama-yay!), and now walking.

I mean, what other firsts do I have to look forward to? First day of school-I think I can handle that. First crush-oh geez. First kiss-vomit. First serious boyfriend-shoot me now. From here on out, the "firsts" are just gonna get tougher.

I can't help but feel a little jipped. She's only 9 months old and she started doing all of this stuff earlier that normal. I wanted a little baby nugget for just a little longer. More likely that not, she is my last baby. I am trying to etch every single milestone into my brain, something I didn't do with the other two. Or maybe I did but it's been a decade since they were babys and now i've forgotten.

I will remember how funny she is. How her laugh sounds like an overly happy duck, quacking wildly. How she laughs like that as she takes her baby steps. When she finally falls on her butt she claps ferociously and looks so proud of herself. So funny to watch, so sad to watch.

~Jill