We had an agreement. Many times you nodded your cute little head and smiled cheerfully up at me while I instructed you to take your time growing up and to not rush toddlerhood. I explained to you that you were my baby and that you could be my baby as long as you wanted.
And you were doing a pretty good job of adhering to your promise until this week. I took you to the doctor for your nine-month visit (albeit at ten months old) where Dr. Leslie informed me that you were a happy and healthy little guy. She showed me several charts to explain your growth, noting that you were now a whopping 19 pounds! Then she went on to say that perhaps in the next few months, you might start trying to pull up on tables and things and even "walk" around furniture. Apparently you took that as a challenge, for not long after we got home, I was amazed to find you had pulled yourself up in your crib.
Throughout the rest of the day, you continued to show off your new skill, pulling up on the couch, the table, and anything else that looked sturdy enough to hold your weight. The next day, you started to walk around the furniture, easily moving from couch to bookshelves to chair. May I remind you that you are only ten months old?? You have plenty of time to do all these crazy grown-up things, Spud!
Someday you may wonder why Mommy took so long to cut your adorable curly hair. Ahh, that is still a "baby" thing I can keep for at least a little while longer. I am afraid that if I cut those gorgeous curls, your hair will grow back all straight and suddenly you will look like a toddler. I'm not ready to give my baby up yet!
So, we had an agreement, Spud. I'm just reminding you to stop growing up so fast.