My poor baby

C is turning into a real person, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

He's no longer my little blob. The days of treating him like a detachable body part are long gone. He has a mind of his own, and he uses it to manipulate those around him. Once his speech catches up with his brain, we're all doomed.

This morning, he coaxed his big brother into a half hour of tag. "Mah, A-ih! Mah!" (Which J translated for me- "Come on, J!, Come on!") And then he conned a big sister into handing over crayons, with one of his few crystal clear words- "Mine!"

So he joined us at the table this morning, coloring his favorite shapes.
There's "aht", "urkle", "tah", "kah", and "ah-i-gah", AKA heart, circle, star, square, and triangle.

Yes, the kid needs a hair cut. Desperately. But I'm terrified that a hair cut will make him look like a little boy, instead of my little baby.

He keeps trying to show me that he's no baby
but I'm just not ready to see it.

Especially when I tell him he has a dirty nose

and he acts as though that's the most hysterical thing in the world.
Okay, a close second to fake burps.

But maybe it is time I start to accept that he's growing up.

The guilt that comes with accidentally stabbing your baby in the face with a pen is just to much to handle.
Even if he does take it like a big boy.