Today Xander is 11 months old. He is thisclose to being a toddler. He crawls incredibly fast, he stands by himself for a few seconds and I can just see him thinking about walking. All signs point to the fact that he is growing up, but I still think of him as a baby. The fact that he loves to cuddle probably isn’t helping. I’m gonna hold onto the “baby” label for another month. Maybe next month I won’t freak out when he’s officially a toddler. Hell, who am I kidding, I’ll be so freaked out that I’m probably gonna need a Xanax.
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