Ah, tender moments. We've had several since our son was born. Too many to count, but imprinted in our hearts and minds forever. It made me feel so warm inside to hear my hubby say that. And our son is at a truly fun age. Right now, he is incredibly active, extremely vocal, and all-around super cute. He's still a baby. Our baby. It's tempting to keep him this way. We forcibly cuddle him when all he wants to do is squirm out of our arms, he can't run away from us yet, babbles endlessly about nothing, has fat feet that are fun to grab, has a curiosity beyond belief (especially when it comes to food), there are so many enjoyable moments we want to hold onto at this stage.
At times he's growing up way too fast for me, and sometimes, not fast enough. My son is pretty independent when it comes to most things except feeding himself finger food. My pediatrician has taken to calling it, "I'm a Prince" syndrome. My son enjoys being fed his Cheerios, baby puffs, and pieces of cut up fruit. Yet, he'll play with our dog's dry food and pick it up and throw it around (thankfully he doesn't put it into his mouth, for which I commend him). So he's completely capable of the pinch and grab motor skill.
I'll miss the way he stretches his arms toward me when he wants me to pick him up and hold him, or see that mischievous look he gets when I've asked him not to throw, step on, bang around, grab, pull an object (he still does it of course), or the way he laughs uncontrollably when his Daddy tickles him, or when our dog passes behind him.
We'll continue to let him be a "Prince" for awhile. He'll be turning ten months before I know it and may be walking. Time is flying by. Yes, I too would like to freeze him at this age.
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