She now sits.
When Bean was a big lump of baby fat, I couldn’t wait for him to hit milestones. Rolling over? DONE IT! Sitting up? BAM! Eating solid food? WHAT UP!
But my Graciekins? When she hits a milestone, my womb cries out, “STOP GROWING, PUFFALUMP!”
I think it’s because she’s our last baby and I know that I’ll never get that first back again. Cause it’d just be weird if I started celebrating other people’s kid’s milestones, right?
So, Gracie can sit.
You know what else she can do? She can snuggle with me right before she goes to sleep. And she can hold her hands up to me when she wants me to pick her up. And she can chew on my finger and babble when she’s bored.
Cause she’s my baby love. No matter what milestone she hits.