This is him.
Him is nearly three. Can you believe it?
Well. I cannot believe it is almost three years later, and that my little man is growing up. Cate was telling him the other day that when he turned three he got a cake. “And when I turn four,” he added, “I’ll get another cake!”
Could not BELIEVE it when he said that.
(Evidently there is little I can believe these days.)
I am clinging–clinging–to every precious moment. I do not correct him when he says “That’s mine cup” although I do correct him when he smacks his sister.
Which he does.
And it’s cute.
I have to correct him.
So I do.
Anyway, yes, he’s talking in sentences now and pulling on his own shoes and showing off for the camera and–STOP IT RIGHT NOW!–growing up. I just thought…well…I just thought I’d talk it about it.
While I can.
While him’s still two.