YEEEEEAAAAH! I'm turning ONE tomorrow!
It's the last day of his first year...
Oh, and he gets himself into this position (standing) all by himself now! I was in his room the other night, sorting laundry, and he was hanging out in his crib. I look up from where I'm sitting on the floor, and there's Max, hanging his head over the crib rail, staring at me, his little feet planted firmly on the mattress. First thought in my head? Crap! We need to move the mattress down! Second thought? OMG! My baby pulled himself up! Is time going to continue speeding up like this? I don't know if I can deal.
