Maxwell, standing!

{ taken a week and a half ago, at a little over 7.5 months }

I feel like I can hardly call Baby Max a baby anymore, it's like life is speeding up and he's growing so fast! This standing-with-support thing happened like overnight. Then, that night I dreamt he was zipping about our living room with his little hands clenched together and his cheeky smile. 


It was very vivid––and clearly crazy––because in my dream it was our actual living room and he was the exact, young age he is now, only running around with super human baby strength! That little rascal. Blink, and I'll miss it all.