I was at a baby shower of a good friend over the weekend, and one of the games was to write words of advice for the new mother to be. There were some great words of wisdom but the best one that stood out for me was to enjoy every moment as they grow up so fast. People told me that when I was worried about little Tanner not sleeping at exactly 1:00, not 1:05, not 12:55 but he had to be down for a nap at 1pm. I spent so much time worrying about doing the "wrong" thing or "breaking" Tanner that I feel like I missed just holding him and enjoying his babyhood.

As I was holding my another friend's 4.5 month old at the shower, I remember Tanner being that little and we were so worried to hold him too much so he'd get spoiled and have to be held all the time. In the end what I think happened, is that we were stressed the whole time we were holding him. Now that Tanner is on the verge of turning 9 months old, I sit here watching him trying so hard to get the dog's attention. Picking out toys he wants to play with. Contorting his body to wriggle his way to get to places he wants to go, and smiling the cutest smile that he knows will get our attention and he is just such a little boy now. I can't even believe he came from 6 pounds to almost 22 now. It seems like such a short time ago, yet so long ago.

They really do grow up soooo fast. I wish I could stop the clock, but I guess now I realize why my mother always told me she can't believe it's been almost 30 years since I was a baby, it feels like just yesterday.