Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?

We have entered this new stage...Finn seems to be leaving baby-hood behind faster than I can say "Pass the gin."  And yet, he's not really at that big-boy stage, either.  He's balancing somewhere in between in a land of afternoon naps and full-on tempers when he has to do something he doesn't want to:  wash his hands before dinner, come inside to play, eat his veggies before he can have more fruit. 

His hair still smells like Johnson's Baby Shampoo and his feet smell like a full-grown man's by the end of the day. 

I vacillate between wanting to hide in the closet with a huge martini when he's laying on the floor kicking and screaming, to wanting to snuggle him closer and tighter just a little bit longer and sniff his baby-goodness one more time. 


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