In the past 13 months, we've had a lot of firsts with BB. And a lot of proud moments.
Sitting up, rolling, crawling and walking are the obvious ones. But the first time BB climbed up the stairs alone, and the first time he climbed a stepladder, were even more exciting to me.
The most exciting of all happened Thursday when he walked over to me, handed me a book and sat down in my lap. I almost cried.
Since Thursday, he's done the same thing every day a dozen times, and each time it swells my heart.
(Yes, I'm sappy, but if BB already enjoys books, I feel as though I'm doing an OK job at this parenting thing.)