Remember when he was this little? And helpless? And needing us for every. little. thing?

Now he is dressing himself (after being reminded to change his underwear), feeding himself (after getting served by the pretty redhead he calls “Mom”), and trying to tell me when or if he will ever get a hair cut (um, except I totally took over that decision this afternoon). But besides all the pushing of the limits our four year old can manage in one day, he is managing to impress us.

Last week he read an entire page of a small book by himself. And today, he wrote his own name.

Oh, how they grow up.

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