Today, while we were waiting for my books to be priced out at a used bookstore I grabbed a book with some bright designs in it. I read to him every night, but he never looks at the book. In fact, I've gotten lazy and often just recite two of the three books I've memorized (Goodnight Moon, the Goodnight Book and Is Your Mama a Llama?) since he's not really paying attention to the book - just listening to the rhythm of my voice. But today! Today, he was intent. Focused and quiet, his little tongue sticking out of his mouth as he stared at the pages of this book.
(I bought it, of course.)
Tonight I also set up his high chair and he joined us at the dinner table. Usually he naps in the evening for an hour, and I use that time to cook and he wakes up right as we are eating. It often ends up one of us is holding him in our lap while we eat. Obviously he's not eating real food yet, but I thought maybe he would fuss less if he could sit up and see us. Sure enough, he sat through all of dinner content to listen to our chatter and look at our faces. (And I'm appreciating this small interval of time before he starts to grab and reach!)
He looked so grown up (although a bit unsure of this new scenario) sitting in his chair. Be still a momma's heart.
The amazing thing about this rapid fire growth is that it somehow seems to make each day, like an otherwise insignificant Thursdays, feel important and noteworthy. My phone archives are already full of pictures marking little moments of each day that I want to remember or things I want to report to Matt when he gets home. It's amazing this process of a little tiny person unfolding before your very eyes and I totally get why every single stranger tells you not to blink or you'll miss it.