Luke is 11 months old

This is probably one of the last times I'll really be able to report his age in months. After this he'll be one year and _ months (though I know it's perfectly fine to say "15 months old" or "18 months old"), etc...
He's doing great! Now that he's walking and developing his gross motor skills he's got his appetite back. I'm so happy to watch him eat just about anything you put in front of him. That's my boy! I didn't like the hunger strike.
Okay, I'm going to admit something I probably shouldn't. Today at church I had the first pang of "Oh, my goodness, maybe I should have another baby". There was another couple in the cry room with us with 4 children. As I was watching them and watching my own little ones my mind went to that bad place. I actually started thinking that this could be a possibility. I thought about how Jaden was the same age as Luke is now when I got pregnant and they would be 20 months apart. I know what that's like now, I could handle it since I know what to expect. And I've learned more this time around so, I'd be better prepared. Right? Wrong! These were my thoughts though, it's true. Then, I had to shake my head and tell myself "No!" These are crazy thoughts. Crazy. Yes, babies are wonderful but they are also a lot of work. These three are more than I could have wished for. I am so blessed.

Honestly, I don't want to have to pack any more kids into the not-quite big enough bedrooms we have and can't even think about moving again to get a bigger house! Besides, even if I could afford another baby how would I be able to afford 4 teenagers! I can't even imagine the bills for clothing, entertainment, and car insurance!

I think the moment that sparked this chain of irrational thoughts was noticing that Luke doesn't feel as "soft" to me lately. He is on the move now. He is walking about 80 percent/crawling 20 percent and that is widdling away every day as he gets better at standing himself back up after he falls down. It just makes sense that since he is getting stronger and is in constant motion he's not going to be as "soft". I'm going to miss the "soft".

I am loving watching him walk around a little akwardly still with his arms flailing above his head and his little fat legs moving faster and faster as he perfects his gait.

I know that they will always be my babies and I will see them this way even when they are sixty years old. It's just such a wonderful time! I do look forward to all of the new milestones and fun times ahead. Maybe I need to find someone with a baby who needs a babysitter? Maybe that would help me to get my "baby fix".

BTW- I know what you're thinking about the pics with the golf club...that kid looks a lot more like a hockey player than a golf player!