I just looked at him sitting/crawling on the floor, standing up on furniture, having a go at letting go and falling over, then trying again, and I thought: were has this little baby gone that I brought home from hospital just about 5 min ago?
And I am not even such a great big baby-fan; I like the walking talking child and find babies quite hard going.
Obviously him getting bigger and developing is a GOOD THING, but still...
Funny, how tiny babies suck us in with their cuteness to make jolly well sure that we will look after them?
Anybody else feel like this??