Stop!

it seems as though my little man is growing up.
every morning he gets the cereal out, dragging a
chair over to the pantry so he can reach the top
shelf. getting out every open box of cereal.
then he drags the chair over to the cup board and
gets a bowl out, for him miles and jorja. along with spoons
and then waits for everyone to get up so they can eat together.

not today..
we woke me up to let me know he had 'grown up
overnight.'

grown up overnight? what does that mean?
i'm not sure if i'm old enough for my son to be
'grown up'
but i asked 'you did?'
'yea, i couldnt reach the cereal on friday, and
this morning i could reach it without the chair!'

Im sad. sad hes is growing up. sad they are growing
up.
i had to write a letter giving my permission for him
to go to the library with the scouts. as he is reading it,
he corrects my cursive writing. saying 'mom, you didnt
cross the 'T' in the right spot, and there are to many loops here.'
WTH?
thank you gage. she'll be able to read it.
hes growing up, and he's starting to correct his
not-so-cool mom.
i love him. and everything his sweet spirit and super fun

personality brings to
our family. his brother and sister love him so much. he has
a way with them.