Where did my baby go!

Looking at Chris today I realized he is not a baby anymore.  When did that happen!!!  I posted a picture on line tonight, and Kelly (a family friend) commented on how big he looked.  That was then backed up by Donnie.  After thinking about it, they were right. Donnie said it looked like he was in the club talking about "That is my ish!"  I in no way like the vision of my child in anyone's club, but in a way it was true (and funny of course.)  So the big question is this - where did the time go?

It seems like just yesterday I was on my mother in law's bathroom floor wondering how in the world I had managed to get pregnant again.  We had planned on two, but Chris had a bigger plan.  (I swear he is destined for great things.)  That was three and a half years ago.  In that time, he has changed from my little man to my big little man.  He talks, walks, poops and pees in the toilet, gets an attitude, cries, fights, just like a little kid.  He is not a baby anymore.  He is not satisfied with - because I said so anymore.  I cannot make him do things he does not want to do without some sort of discussion about it.  He doesn't mind spending the night out away from us, even though I lay there wondering where my cuddle bug is when he isn't there.  They change so much in such a little time, I find myself trying desperately to hold on the the little bit of baby I see is still there. 

Eventually, I will have to give up and admit that he is too old to be babied and carried through the mall when he is sleeping.  I will have to make him sleep in his room every night, and in just one and a half years, I will have to walk him into his kindergarten classroom.  Eventually I will have to do this, but best believe it won't be this week.  Probably not next week either.  As a matter of fact, when it is all said and done, I will fight to keep him a baby 'til the very end.  After all, he is the youngest, and that is what mothers do.