Little man pulled himself to standing today. First time.
He's been cruising for a few weeks, but we've been helping him get from crawling position to standing, until today.
I'll tell you something, Liam is shaping up to be my most dramatic child yet. (Yes, I know Emma belongs to me) His emotions come right to the surface when things don't go his way. His "fits" are quite animated. At this point, I usually smile at him and think, "Oh little man, you are in for one rude awakening when you realize we won't revolve around you."
What an exhausting day. Liam isn't content to sit and play toys, he's on the move constantly or crying to do so. By the time he naps (when I SHOULD get something done), I don't because I'm exhausted myself!
It's just a season, it's just a season.
Time to talk to the Lord about all I need to accomplish before this move and pray He'll either ax things off my list or provide the help I need.
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