And any Mama who's half a Mama knows that this is not a pleasant thing.
He's getting all independent and inventive and...yes, a bit mouthy, too. But he's growing up.
His baby face turned into a toddler face and that toddler face turned into a "big boy" face and now...it's official. He's a boy.
But there are so many things about him as a little boy that I hope I always remember.
Like when he was 2 and would actually let Mama snuggle him and he so sweetly told, "Mama, you make my heart happy."
(Major melt factor!)
But as much as I hate that he's growing up, I'm loving his creative little mind and his ingenuity and even his vocabulary (wonder who he got that from?).
How he "turns his ears on" instead of listening and how he does all these little boy ninja-fight moves.
Every phase of his life has gone so quickly.
And I know it's not going to slow down.
So I'm trying to savor it, to cherish it and to remember every precious or silly little thing about him because I know that I'm really going to miss this when he's grown.