There is no denying it, my little munchkin is growing up.
In my head he is still the fuzzy headed little little guy crawling around getting into everything that he can. Or the wobbly legged little cutie taking his first faltering steps.
In reality he is a full blown two year old with his own ideas and opinions. He knows what he wants and what he likes (or doesn't like). He's funny. He's demanding. He's sweet - and about a million other things. The one thing he is not anymore is a baby.
It strikes me every time I look at him. When I see him standing there looking like a little boy, like my own little Dennis the Menace:
Every time I think that a certain age is my favorite, he grows even more and does something different and I change my mind and think that that is my favorite. He seems to learn something new and different every single day. He constantly surprises me with the things that he says and does.
The other day we went to the grocery store. Harris Teeter has mini shopping carts for little kids. I never in a million years would have thought that letting him push one around the store was a good idea, but it was. He was happy as a clam to follow mommy around the grocery store, shopping like a big boy. And I only had to chase him down once :)
He's become this little person. He has conversations with me and tells me what he wants to do. Of course he's also become a full blown two year old as far as the tantrums go, but that's another post for another day.
So yeah, he's not a baby anymore. He's turning into a big boy right before my very eyes. There's nothing I can do to stop it or even slow it down. So instead I'm going to take it all in. I'm going to enjoy watching my little guy turn into a bigger little guy And in less than two months I'm going to enjoy seeing him take on another role - big brother. If he is anywhere near as good of a big brother as he is a little son he is going to be amazing.