On the morning of New Year's Eve, Nolan pulled himself up to stand for the first time.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, Nolan pulled himself up to stand for the first time.

It's hard to describe how I feel right now. On Jan. 6 my baby turned nine months old, and I'm wondering where the time is going. He's growing so fast, which is exciting and wonderful, but there's another voice in my head screaming “stay little!”

When we're hoisting that little fella in his car seat these days, we're thinking “I can't wait till this chub can walk on his own!” But, when he's traveling across the house at maximum speeds I'm remembering those stationary days when I could leave the living room for a while, come back and he still be in the same spot. Now that only happens when he's mellow. When he's feeling frisky he'll chase our cat, Sassy, from the home base of the living room to the far reaches of our bedroom.

When Chris, my husband, was yelling at me that New Year's Eve morning, I knew something exciting was happening. I leapt to the laundry room and saw my son leaning on a box that was up against the dryer. Chris excitedly told me to get the camera.

I think I could have cried, as I said “I can't.”

“Why?!” Chris asked, wanting to thoroughly document this moment.

“He's leaning on a Budlight box! What will people say?”

“Who cares!? The boy has good taste!”

By this time Nolan's little legs gave out and he happily looked up at us from the floor. Looking back, I guess I should have rushed to get the picture. But in the back of my mind, I didn't want people thinking we let Nolan just tip one back whenever he wanted. That box was just the perfect height for him, and I think he likes it because of the colors on it. When he journeys to the laundry room he makes it a point to go slap the top of it and sit next to it. He has me convinced we'll be purchasing a drum set later in life – Heaven help us.

Until next time, we're moving on up in the world.