Not the Baby Anymore

Babs is currently checking in at 7.5 months (Holy crap!).  In those 7.5 months, we have at least five other friends that have had kiddos.  Shout out to the Lazarz, Wood, Sorich, Kunka, and Guest families!  This means that my baby is not the baby anymore. 

I’ve been aware that there are kids younger than her, but I personally haven’t seen her around a younger baby until Monday night.  Enter Delia Guest.  Daughter to the esteemed director of “Dad-chelor Party” and “Jerry Springer Presents: The Man Baby Challenge.”

While Delia was sleeping in her mama’s arms, Babs was tearing around the living room, chasing trucks and boys.  Babs is border-line crawling and getting closer by the minute.  It doesn’t seem like that long ago that she was sleeping 23.5 hours a day.  As I watched her attempt to eat a yellow toy dump truck, I started to realize that my baby is not the baby anymore.

Last night, Babs and I took a walk with Mr. BoJangles.  Bo started barking and playing with a chihuahua on the street.  The chihuahua (whose name was either Karen or Chiquita) started barking back.  When Babs heard the chihuahua bark, she started cracking up.  As she was smiling and laughing at this cat-dog, I realized my baby is not the baby anymore.

As I put Babs to bed last night, she layed down peacefully, and I turned on the baby monitor.  I played her lullaby music, and shut the door.  When I got to the living room and looked into the receiving end of the baby monitor, Babs was sitting up in her crib and smiling into the camera.  I realized my baby is not the baby anymore.

She’ll always be our baby…but she’s not the baby anymore.