The Little Man

I'm really not quite sure how to explain this but some how Jack stopped being a baby today. He's now an almost 3 year old little boy. Up until today when I looked at Jack I saw a baby; my baby. Some how today he seems different, older. More of a kid than a baby.

I remember having this same feeling with my niece, Brenna. I looked at her just before her third birthday and almost cried over the loss of her baby-ness. I don't think I had the same feelings about my niece Emmy and nephew Daniel because I didn't have my own child at the time when they turned. I didn't know what to look for in them. I had been waiting for this moment -- the end of Jack's baby-ness since Christmas and today it happened.



I don't know if it was when he furrowed his brow at me when I turned the bath water on after he had clearly stated he wanted to turn the knob. Or when he clearly held a conversation with Jeff about a recovered treasure trove of old toys. Or just the way he sat in a chair drinking his chocolate milk.

I've talked about this phenom with my friend Diane and she says this point is really driven home when you have a second baby. It's such a good thing that I am having this conversation before our new little girl arrives. I don't need a complex emotion to battle with while postpartum.

On another note, my Twilight preoccupation has got to stop. Yesterday, I watched the movie and several specific scenes twice, staying up to way past midnight. And today, I reread the good bits of New Moon while Jeff was at softball practice.





Also, I took this picture last night. I hope you can see Jack's right pinkie finger in Jeff's ear.

Jeff has a habit of exhausting himself (on this occasion it was work related exhaustion) and falling asleep in Jack's bed and then moving to ours in the middle of the night. A few weeks ago, Jack woke up and not finding his Dad started crying "He's not with me! He's not with me!" before rolling over and going back to sleep.