Another name for baby. Newborn. Clearly a term we're familiar with. One we were ready to use again. One we have been using again. However, I'm beginning to think our days with an infant are numbered.
Stella is crawling. Pulling up and walking around while holding onto things. Babbling. Talking. Waving. Laughing. All things that an "infant" doesn't do. A baby, maybe, but definitely not an infant.
It seems that suddenly we're 10 months into Stella's life and rapidly approaching toddlerhood. Seriously? After just 10 months? We're staring down a first birthday and I think that will officially put an end to the infant stage. I don't know how I feel about this. It just seems so fast. So final.
Stella is our last child so this transition from infant to toddler is a big one for us. I know that all will be fine and we will move forward and enjoy Stella as a toddler, it's just that BAM! It's here! Luckily she's hilarious as a pre-toddler so we spend most of the time laughing and having fun rather than being melancholy.
So there's my random train of thought about Stella growing up. Too fast. As they always seem to do.
All is well, 9/26 down, in Drosche Land.