So, the other night, I was brushing my oldest son’s teeth. I do this every night, despite his need to do things independently, because you know teeth are not the easiest or cheapest things to fix once messed up. Anyway, as I was brushing I noticed that I was having to hold my arms up higher than usual and thought to myself that he must be standing on a book or something. Yep. He was standing on something — his feet.
I’m now officially one of those people who are continually surprised by the growth of their children, the passage of time, etc.