Joel is now mobile. I would not call it crawling as much as a military-style scoot. It's not pretty, but it does get him from one place to another.
This means that I am one step closer to having one toddler and one preschooler.
I am one step closer to carrying around a feed bag bursting with Goldfish crackers and Cheerios.
I am one step closer to exiling the houseplants upstairs. Although they may wither from a lack of sunlight and/or neglect, they will not perish at the hands of my baby boy.
I am one step closer to the day when I will take two walking boys to the playground AND keep all four of their limbs intact.
Lord help me, this means I'm one step closer to taking both of them to the pool and the beach, too.
One step closer to the day that Owen realizes he has a playmate, not a baby brother.
One step closer to the day that Owen finally gets his comeuppance. Go get 'em Joel!
One step closer to two boys digging for worms in the flower beds, and two boys stomping in the piles of leaves.
I'm one step closer to discovering Joel--his likes, dislikes, his sense of humor, his take on the world.
I'm terrified. I also can't wait to see what's next.
It's one step closer.