Birthday Traditions . . .

My oldest son, Lloyd, turned 3 Monday.

I can't quite believe it.

It seems like just a moment ago he was giggling as he splat his little fingers into his first birthday cake, smearing cake and frosting all over his face and chest. Last year, when he turned 2, he only had about 20 words mastered, communicating mainly through signing, as he signed for “more” cake and singing 20 times throughout the day.

In the last year, he's gone from that barely talking toddler to a little boy. He speaks in full sentences, complete with correct tense most of the time. He has opinions. He knows his letters. He shows love and compassion.

In fact, he informed me the other day that he was no longer a baby. “I'm a kid now, Mama,” he said. “A little kid,” I conceded, but no longer a baby, or even a toddler, nonetheless.

Where did the time go?

 

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