Last week, Baby R took his first independent steps, and he hasn't stopped since! At just 9 months, he's our earliest walker. It seems he's bound and determined to grow up as fast as he can and keep up with his older siblings, despite my desire that he remain my sweet and tiny baby for as long as possible. :(
In other news, I helped Little Miss C shave her underarms this weekend after she became self-conscious in a bathing suit. I know. I didn't have to shave until I was 12! This is all happening far too quickly and making me feel very old.
Please tell me that the next time I turn around, they won't all be teenagers!