My little man is growing up.

I’m watching him with mixed feelings as he snores on my lap.

Having refused a nap earlier, he’s already passed out, an hour before his regular bedtime.

He’s getting so big.

Talking and telling funny stories (well, he thinks they are at least. I usually have no idea why he’s laughing)

He’s now enrolled in preschool.

For September, but that will come fast. He’s learning all kinds of things,

Far faster than I can handle.

My baby isn’t a baby.

Oh sure, he still loves snuggles,

but now he says yes and no,

and they are all on his terms.

He makes the rules, he throws tantrums and whatever he gets his hands on.

And he loves kisses and chocolate and cashews.

Heaven help me if I wake him up trying to put him into bed.

Wish me luck and all the angels to keep him asleep.