My sweet boy.
What would you call him now? He is always my baby, but is he still an actual baby, or is he now officially a kid? Not a BIG kid, but when does he make the switch from baby to little kid? Is he still in the realm of toddler, because he had this walking thing down pat. He talks, he sings, he dances, he tells jokes then laughs and says "That's FUNNY!"
He is now officially 100% potty trained, we have packed up all diapers, onesies, baby toys, and clothes with months written on the tags. The stroller hasn't been out in a year, he buckles himself in to his own carseat, he can work the peddles on his tricycle and go flying down the sidewalk under the exact same trees I rode my bike with training wheels on as a kid.
He can carry on conversations. He has opinions. When we are apart, I can talk to him on the phone and we really talk. The other day we were at the grocery and I asked for a kiss. He said "No Mama, just a hug. Kisses for at home." And my heart broke just a little. He has started telling me he is "really really big! I all grown up." And I have to disagree. He is still little, he is still my baby, but the land of baby and toddler, little kid and big kid, apparently they don't have distinct lines. He is living in the grey between baby and little kid.
Or maybe I just want to believe he is, because I refuse to let go of that last little bit of him that's a baby. We still have a changing table in his room, and the other night he curled up and fell asleep in my arms. He likes me to carry him, sometimes saying "No Mama, carry me like a BABY!". He likes me to rub his back as he falls asleep in his room that is still a nursery. I cut up his food and he drinks from cups with lids. He is still a baby, at least for a little while longer. Or maybe for forever, for me.
Me and my baby