Bo is jumping and bearing weight on his dumpling feet. I am having a hard time picturing him running by the end of the summer (or is it that I am having a hard time picturing our house child-proof by the end of the summer?). But then, this time last year, he was still in utero.
We just went to see our friends' new baby, born Wednesday and weighing in at 7lbs, 13oz. She seemed so tiny and only barely human. I remember Bo fighting to get to that weight after a month and a half, but barely remember the feeling of holding someone so small for so long. Now it is eighteen pounds of wiggle-toes and laughter (like, ha! you think I'm taking a nap?! Crazy mommie).
