My Baby (for a while more)
Just before my baby turned three years old he made it known that (until January) he is definitely still my baby. Today John turned three. Three seems old, and at times he really seems it. He doesn't need me to play with him all the time. I don't need to hold his hand when he's approaching a dangerous activity (he does it without permission anyways). He even tells me sometimes often that he doesn't want my hugs. He even (just this week) lost, albeit by accident, the stuffed animal that he totted around for about 6 months. "Tiggy" who was captured in every summer picture (including professional) this year, has magically disappeared. We can't find it and instead of crying about it, John has taken it like a man (or at least a 6 year old). That's right he is still going to sleep at night and going to school in the morning - all without Tiggy. Yet, he's not off to college either. He's had three years of being a baby and he's not givi...