Davis is like a grown man. Standing up on his own, 4 teeth in his mouth with one more trying to cut through, clapping his hands and waving goodbye. This boy is growing up. Time is unmerciful - marching and marching and forgetting to go slowly when I want it to go slowly and especially ignoring my pleas to speed up when something seems unbearable. This boy is pure joy. He is cheerful. He is adorable. He makes me want another baby because he is no longer a baby. He won't have his first birthday until September 27, but I know as soon as I blink, that will be over, so here's to Davey.