When did this little boy go from spitting up to feeding himself? I must have been at the store and missed it. When did he start babbling “dad” all over the house and running up and down the hallway? Was it when I was unloading the dishwasher or checking my email? And when, oh when, did he grow those 8  teeth? I was just buying pureed baby food, wasn’t I? How come his whole body is too long to rock in the chair? Isn’t he still considered a baby? I’m not sure if I can handle these feelings, but they are here. I didn’t expect them to come on so strong, but I love this little boy…to the inner core of my core of my core of my on fire heart.