Oscar is growing up.
I know, I know. I keep harping on about it. But listen, it’s frightening me a little.
Next week he will be 6 months old and I just don’t think we are ready for a the boy that he is going to become. Or should I say, the boy that he is already becoming. Not because I think boys are horrible but simply because it means he won’t be our baby anymore.
I realise that I will look back on this post in a few years and think that at this age he most certainly was still small and dependent enough to be considered a baby but I’m honestly seeing him less and less like that every day.
You want proof? I’ll give you proof.
Exhibit A – He eats food now. And sometimes he even feeds himself with a spoon. A friggin’ SPOON.
Exhibit B – He giggles when you tickle him. Pretty sure babies don’t do that.
Exhibit C – He doesn’t get swallowed up by the Ergo anymore when he falls asleep. Why? Because he’s too big.
Exhibit D – He wears shoes and they basically make him look 31 years old.
Exhibit E – And finally, well… he looks like THIS. Hello little boy.
There you go, proof.
Our baby is well and truly on his way into boyhood and there’s no slowing him down.
Excuse me while I go cry into his size 00 onesies that no longer fit.