So after watching the riddling episode of Dora the other night Haydon looks at me and says, "Mommy who is faster than everyone else, has two legs, and is like Lightning McQueen?" I'm playing along thoroughly amused and answer "hmmm Hayden?" To which he burst out laughing and says "OH Mommy, I'm just kidding." These moments where he says the little kid things that crack me up are happening less and less these days. It made my night. He is getting so big which I love and hate at the same time. I love that he is riding his bike, with training wheels, all by himself now. I love that he helps me with the dish washed, can pick out his own clothes, and make his bed in the mornings. I hate that he is in that mode where kids fake laugh all the time, because his real laugh is so pleasant to listen to. Even when he was a baby I had people compliment on how cute his laugh was. I hate that he is going to be subject to the world in just one more year when he goes to school, but I also love that he is going to experience life and learn and grow. The story of every mothers life, loving and wanting there kid to grow and be strong and independent mixed with the pain of letting them go a little more with every year they grow.
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