We put up the Christmas tree right after Thanksgiving. Despite my fears of Wriston knocking it over, he has been quite the perfect boy. He is allowed to touch the tree. When he goes to grab, he is told no-no and he actually listens! He is amazed by the tree and if you ask him where the reindeer is on the tree, he points right at it. He is so smart. I took him to the mall on Black Friday to start our Christmas shopping. Santa had a short line so we decided to wait in line. Unfortunately, Wriston was not too cooperative and cried the entire time. I could not help but laugh because Stephen did the same thing when he 1st met Santa. Like father, like son.
Wriston is still pulling up on EVERYTHING and graduated to holding our hands to walk. I believe he will be walking on his own within a month. I cannot wait!
It's funny because I do want him to walk soon even though I realize every move he makes, every skill he learns, the less of a "baby" he becomes.
But no matter what, my Wriston is still my baby boy. He still wants to cuddle, he still wants his mommy to rock him to sleep or hold him while he goes to sleep, he still needs comfort when he gets hurt, he still smiles when I go to pick him up from his crib in the morning or pick him up from daycare, he still says ma-ma in the sweetest voice and still reaches for me when he wants his mommy.
And that makes me the happiest and richest mommy in the world. I love you Wriston!
