Well, today he's done it. He was edging the line for a while now, but then today he took a flying leap over the edge. He was toddling along holding a toy and then he tripped and fell over. When I picked him up I found his first cut and bruised eye.
For the rest of the day I realized I was looking at the face of a toddler. He plays peek-a-boo and laughs at his own jokes. He lunges to wrestle with his dad, his brother, his sister, his mother. He wrinkles his nose when he really wants to smile. He is so grown up now.
He's my brave, fearless, reckless big boy. But you know what he's not? He's not a baby anymore.
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