It's Happening

 

 It's happening (yeah, no thank you).

 

 

 His baby fat is melting off of his cheeks. The dimples have disappeared from his chubby little hands. He is using the potty to take care of his needs. He wants to do it himself (shoes, coat, socks, pouring milk) and he wants to get it himself (hello climbing the pantry shelves in search of snack). He is sleeping in a big boy bed instead of his crib. He wants to do chores like his Shoo-Shoo. And I can't wrap my mind around it. My baby! My last baby is suddenly turning into a wee boy. My heart is simultaneously breaking and exploding with pride.

And at the same time he is initiating kisses and hugs. He puts  his hand on either of my cheeks and says "Pretty girl." He is in his car seat after daycare and says "Guess what? I missed you today Shoo-Shoo." He is singing along to familiar songs and telling me the story of the three little pigs.

 

(And he looks at Cameron with a frown on his face and says "You be quiet, CAMERON!" with extra emphasis on the "Cameron" part because he knows. Oh, he knows.)