Dear little son,
You are morphing into a toddler before my very eyes. Sometime in the last couple of weeks, you ceased to be a little baby and now are pulling yourself up to a stand, walking yourself around the edges of the pack ‘n play, standing for long periods, dragging yourself on your tummy around the apartment, feeding yourself toast and rice cakes and broccoli.
How on earth did that happen?! I no longer have a little baby. I have a toddling little boy.
But you will of course always be MY baby boy.