We hit the jackpot on our walk this afternoon. Two trains and two garbage trucks (well, I think it was the same one that we saw twice, but we'll call it two for arguments sake). And I couldn't help thinking, since when did I get so into trains and trucks? Because each time we saw one, I'd act like an idiot: "Look Jamie, a TRAAAAIN!!!!!! Wow!!!!! Look at that TRAAAAIN!!!! Did you see that? A TRAAAAIN!!!!!" Like it was the best thing that had ever happened to us. And I thought, so this is the start of stereotyping. If I had a girl, do you think I'd be jumping around like one of the Wiggles on speed over a garbage truck? No.
Thanks to everyone who's commented on my layouts. Yes, I am grateful that I discovered scrapbooking *before* I became pregnant and had Jamie. I am grateful that I have learnt to take lots of photos and to keep a journal. Because they grow up so quickly.
I was stunned to see Jamie start to push himself off his stomach with his arms today. To dothat lovely little yoga stretch. He can nearly sit without support too, he just topples forwards still. And this morning I saw him examining the Cookie Monster on his play gym intently. Holding it with both hands, moving it from side to side, swivelling it around to examine the back. Really looking. Not just batting it with a paw any longer. They grow up so quickly.