As I was rocking Zach tonight while he drank his sippy cup of milk I was thinking how I love his age right now. He is still a baby, but sleeps through the night, is starting to tell me what he likes, sings, toddles and laughs, laughs, laughs. He is not yet a little boy who gets frustrated with not being able to tell me what he wants, screams and runs away from me. Though we are not too far off from those things, I can feel it. I am just loving him right this second. He lets me cuddle him up to drink his bottle, while I know full well he would be totally happy drinking it by himself on the couch, preferably watching TV like his dad lets him. But I don’t do that. I clutch him to me on his boppy and rock him while he drinks. I think about the day and all the things I enjoy about my little man. Then in a split second he is done and spins up to stare at me 5 inches from my face and is talking again.