Milestones? Those are more just a set of guidelines, right? (One day you’ll see this for the movie reference it is and you’ll role your eyes at me, “Dad, must everything have a movie quote with it?” Yes, that’s the way I am.) We don’t need Milestones. You, my darling Little Prince, certainly don’t need them.
Five? That’s the number of teeth you already have, nearly one for every month you’ve been alive. You aren’t supposed to have any yet. There they are. Five little chomper bound and determined to chew, gnaw, bite on everything. Everything.
Rolling over, both ways, both sides? That’s an old trick, you’ve been doing that for so long you aren’t even phased by it anymore. We put you on your back to change your diaper and you are onto your stomach before we can unclasp the dirty one you are in. We put you on your stomach and you’ll happily roll away, giggling the whole time.
Crawling? You don’t just crawl, you speed race across the floor when zeroed in on the toy you want, or the queen, or one of the cats. From across the room into your mouth in seconds flat. I swear I heard you break the sound barrier once. Or, perhaps, that was just something getting knocked out of your way as you chased after the Queen. You follow her around, watching her every movement, and when you can you crawl after her. The cuteness breaks my heart.
Sitting on your own? Sure. That’s easy. You can even sit and twist and turn and shove things in your mouth without falling over anymore, much to the Queen’s delight since she was growing weary of worrying about you falling on your head. I guess I was worried too, and still worry when I see you sitting near the tile floor or the coffee table or any of the other things that aren’t quite baby-proofed yet. But, I’m so proud of you, and when you look up from your toy and see me smiling at you, you smile back. It’s amazing.
You can pull yourself up to standing too? Why not? You’ve gotten everything else figured out ahead of schedule. So, go ahead, pull yourself up on your crib, on the couch, on me… and then dream of what comes next. You already know how to move your feet. You know you’ll be walking soon. I can see that glint of mischief in your eyes. I can see you figuring out how to get your prize. I can see the gears turning, that you are learning, for that first step yearning.
It will be yours before the Queen and I are ready. That isn’t your concern though. We will just keep doing our best to adapt with you as you grow and learn and exceed all of our expectations. And please be patient with us when you hear us jokingly ask if you wouldn’t mind stopping for a bit – no more growing, no more learning, no more milestones surpassed way ahead of schedule. We are joking. We are so proud. But, we already miss the infant you were, the faces, the noises, and you are growing so fast you seem to out grow each new trick as quickly as we’ve gotten used to spotting it.
That’s okay though, as I said before that’s not for you to worry about. You keep being you, and we will keep doing our best.
I love you son,