In the blink of an eye...
My baby boy has become a real kid. He's reading now, slowly, haltingly, but reading nonetheless. And spelling every three and four letter word that pops into his brain. The sight words we got at his parent/teacher conference? He read all but five or six (of 56) easily. "Orange" tripped him up, but that's because, like most Midwestern kids, he pronounces it "ornj" by skipping a syllable.
He's got two loose teeth, the two middle ones on the bottom. Not only that, but a wide white permanent tooth has poked up behind the looser of the two, the left one. It is so wide that of course it's disturbed not one, but two baby teeth. Losing teeth? Insanity. Like his baby teeth did, that permanent one is coming up quickly -- he may only have his first jack-o-lantern grin for a week or two at this rate. Unless that permanent tooth makes it all the way up before completely dislodging the baby tooth.
This morning he woke up, holding his knees and shins and moaning, "My legs are killing me!" Growing pains. I guess it's a good thing that my mom-tuition told me to go ahead and buy him size six jeans even though it means we've been cuffing them three inches all fall. I was pretty sure that he was going to shoot up halfway through the jeans season and I didn't want to buy him jeans twice this year.
Good golly, wasn't it just yesterday that I was chasing down lost binkies and teaching him how to climb down from the couch? And now he's picking out a Christmas gift for his little sister -- and one that she'll love, too.
I'm not getting any older, how is it possible that he is?