Baby Moe

Baby Moe is becoming not such a baby anymore.  He's starting to walk and wean.  It's really sad.  I can tell he's getting smarter and understanding what's going on, too.  He's really growing up :(

Did you know that at age 9 months children surpass the family dog in intelligence?  He's a few months past that, so he's really smart now.  He'll be 16 and smarter than me before I know it.  That will be awful!

I love him.  Oh, oh, oh I love him.  He makes life worth living. He's the reason I get out of bed in the morning (literally - he's usually the first awake).  But usually I beg Ben to get up with him and usually he groggily agrees and they sit and watch Sports Center together.  It's cute and manly.

He's sweet.  He's cuddly.  He's wonderful.  And he doesn't scream anymore.  Life is grand.  (Life is especially grand b/c he's sleeping right now.  I'll have to reread this post and channel this emotion when he's fussy and making messes in the morning).

I LOVE my baby Moe.