Doors

Today I had the sad realization that my little baby boy isn't so much my little "baby" as much as he is my little boy.

A lot of time I'll just make nonsense chatter with Sully while I do stuff to keep him occupied while I finish whatever task at hand - in this case cutting up some fruit for breakfast. In a morning shuffle and daze, one of our three dogs got left outside after potty time. In passing I simply said "Sully can you let Murphy in please", never expecting him to actually comprehend or DO what I had actually said.

But my big 16 month old boy walked over to the back door, opened it (yes he's been able to reach for some time, he is 110th percentile height after all)and patted his knee while he said "Here, here" with the other hand on the handle still. Once Murphy was in he shut the door and signed "All done" and looked at me as if to say "Okay, now what do you want Mom?".

I smiled, and okay so I wanted to cry a little too because I realized just how quickly he's growing and learning and understanding. That he's soaking in everything like a sponge these days, and that new doors, whether I like it or not, are going to start opening - for both of us.