It's amazing when you get those startling flashes that your little baby is becoming an adult. You can't turn back the clock - and as much as I miss the baby powder smell and the sweet coos and giggles and the simple discoveries - I don't think I would want to go back.

My son becomes more amazing every day. Today it's really a simple thing. He uses his vocabulary very well - and he's in a 'figure it out' phase - everything is a question. Today, we talked about the concept and financial tradeoffs and problems and benefits of medical insurance; and he didn't have any trouble 'getting it'. I didn't think for a few minutes, and then we pulled in the driveway after our going-home conversation and I misted up some.
"Wait a minute; isn't this the chubby baby who thought grandma's gorilla shirt was hilarious? Who made the awful ick face at mashed potatoes? Who loved his johnny-jump-up and biter biscuits and hated haircuts and sirens?"
Yes. But he's also the bespectacled, thoughtful, conscientious, well-intentioned handsome young man who wanted to know how insurance works.
*sigh*. I'm so proud of my boy; just for being him.