Our boy is growing by leaps and bounds.
It surprises me how much can change in 4 hours, let alone a few days or a week. For instance, when Jude started crawling, Jillian called me to let me know. I think she said something like, “Your son is going to crawl while you are gone this morning.” By the time I came home late that afternoon, our world was turned upside down. Jude was moving, and moving fast. And this was only the worm-like, military crawl; I had no idea how fast he could be until he started crawling on all fours recently.
So then he starts sitting up on his own. And within a week he started pulling himself up to standing (thus, this video entry). Now it seems like all he wants to do is crawl to the nearest not-quite-safe object and use it to pull himself up. There haven’t been any major walking-like steps yet, but he’s starting to shuffle his feet a bit to move around while holding onto whatever he’s standing up against.
This whole fatherhood thing is beyond words: wonderful, exhilarating, tiring, scary, frustrating, self-emptying, joy-filled… There are times when I can’t wait to see who and what Jude becomes, what he’ll look like, how tall he’ll be, who he will look like, what his interests and passions will be; and then there’s the part of me that wants him to stay little, crawling around, trying to climb over me, looking up at me with bright eyes, a smile, and beautiful sounds right when he wakes up in our bed each morning.
