I know there will be a thousand times that I will look at monkey and say to myself- he is all grown up, and each time it will be for different reasons. It used to be when he could sit on his own, or when he started to crawl, or when he said mama.
Because this morning he was big enough to lay on daddy's pillow and go back to sleep in our bed with me
Then he was big enough to just sit on the couch and watch nick jr while I got breakfast ready, no nagging and climbing up my leg included.
He picked out his own clothes and didnt fight me getting dressed.
We sat on the floor and looked at daddy's old photo albums- chuckling at how different our extended family looks and how daddy had a lot of hair.
We breathed moist air on spoons and had a contest to see who could hold it on their nose the longest. He won.
We read books and learned new ASL signs
I look a shower and no one stood at the baby gate screaming to come mess up the bathroom. And when I got out there was no blood and and he was still breathing.
I watched him rock his baby dolls and sing lullaby's to them in tones so sweet it amazed me.
Today he is all grown up. Again.