Watching your children grow up is a strange thing. On the one hand, I'm oh so happy that my baby is 9 months old - that means she's healthy and strong, and growing, learning to do new things every day.
On the other hand, my baby is 9 months old. I saw a picture just this week of her the day she came home from the hospital and oh, what happened to that little tiny new born. So sad and so happy all at the same time.
At 9 months Eden is loving the doorway jumper. She cracks us up in it, and does this picture look like Gabe or what?
At 9 months Eden is loving the doorway jumper. She cracks us up in it, and does this picture look like Gabe or what?
As an aside, this is my 400th post - hard to believe. I remember the very first post when Mya was just a few months old and Gabe was 2. That's a lot of pictures and a lot of memories...
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