Baby girl is walking.
It started a few weeks ago with a few free bird steps. She would attempt a few times a day. A few steps and a stumble-trip.
A week later she got brave enough to take 8 baby steps into Sam's arms stretched wide.
Then, on her 11 mo bday, I noticed as I was finishing up after dinner that her attempts were constant. Walk 5 steps. Fall down. Get back up and walk 3 more, stumble-trip. I just watched and observed, and reflected on my baby turning toddler.
And I cried.
Toddler-baby. I have to use those words together to keep from tearing up. It's a transition in my mind. What is it about motherhood that has you cry for joy and sadness at the same time?
I'm so sentimental.
And she. She's so adventurous:)
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