At an unexpected moment every day I am reminded that Gray won't be "the baby" for long. Although I still call all my boys my babies, he won't be the baby anymore. And he's been the baby for a while now.
Every day is getting better with this kid. We have had some rough times. Some drama. Ok, a lot of drama. From the moment he wakes in the morning to the moment he fights sleep at night. But each day is better. Each morning brings a bigger smile and less tears.
Maybe he's finally getting the hang of this being a two year old thing. It can't be easy, I suppose. What with being waited on hand and foot and loved every moment of the day... imagine! But it's a lot of life and living and being loved by so many people to take in around here. A lot of learning that the world doesn't necessarily spin and stop when he wants it to, and that cookies are not to be eaten for breakfast or even lunch for that matter. Only sometimes.
But look at this kid's smile. The fact that I'm seeing it more and more is a light in my day. I was concerned the scowl and brood was going to be his signature look. This baby is, gulp, turning into a boy.
Goodbye to his tears and hello to mine.