It's probably attributable to both the baby and his birthday, but all of a sudden the Kid seems so big. We jokingly call him "Man Cub" (after Mowgli in "The Jungle Book"), but in these last few months it seems more apt than it did before. He's a puppy still, perhaps, but with giant paws that he's going to grow into before you know it.
And more than that, he has so much going on in his head. The other day, he and his friends were all going to St. Louis on the train together--without their moms and dads--to have an adventure. Tonight, he and Sweet Husband went downstairs to explore the fascinating--and up to now forbidden--realms of our basement.
I only follow about a quarter of the slips of stories he tells, but it's enough for me to know that there's a whole universe of imagining going on inside that blonde head. I wish I could live there for a week!
But, he's still my train boy. And, more importantly, he still lets me cuddle him, most of the time...when he's not too busy, of course.
This is going to all go so fast, isn't it?