The same day Connor turned 8 months old, he went to his first wedding. I'm teaching him early all of the rules of etiquette! This month holds two special weddings, and we couldn't be more thrilled to be a part of each. This past wedding was the de Rose wedding and Connor was thrilled to finally meet his Liberty "aunts". He was a good boy for them, and it was such a nice occasion for all. It's so interesting to talk with the parents of any couple getting married. It puts into perspective how little time we have before our children grow up and become independent. Granted, learning to walk is just the first "step". Am I ready for him to take off? I still feel like I just brought him home, and yet his 1 year birthday is 4 months away. Is he going to be dating next week? I wonder about his future wife. I pray for her already. She may not even be born yet, which is wild. The future holds so many new adventures for us to experience together and for us to experience separately. What conflicting emotions must overtake a parent as they prepare to "give their child away". You want to give your children roots and wings. Oh Lord, I pray he finds a Proverbs 31 wife.
At 8 months old, he has 5 teeth in, and 3 cutting. It has been a rough couple of days as the top 2 side incisors break through. Nothing compares to the days of untreated reflux, but this comes close. Please let the teen years go smoothly!!!! His army crawl is getting stronger and faster, and he is pulling up with more balance each time. While standing he lets go thinking he'll just be, and promptly starts falling straight to the ground. He doesn't realize his limitations yet. He's fearless, and mommy has to be on her toes! I'm sure there will be a lifetime of mommy closing her eyes while Connor plays one sport or the other. My stomach turns when he falls over. He is a boy after all. Bring on the scrapes, bruises, mud, worms, and all other yucky things. I can take it!