The moment you find out your not invited

To Ms. Yamile's work baby shower:

This is real life, people! 

Triceratops

Mommy, let's be Triceratops. You be the mommy Triceratops, I'll be the big brother Triceratops, Baby can be the baby Triceratops, Daddy can be the daddy Triceratops, and Judy can be the Judy Triceratops.

He snaps like it's no big deal

So, everyone with grown kids tells me with such nostalgia sparkling in their eyes that we need to enjoy this time. How, pray tell, does one do that? I mean, I really do my best to soak in the moments, but I still feel like these kids are growing up right before my eyes.

Not even a couple of weeks ago, Moses was all tucked in bed, but whining about how he wasn't able to snap. I sat down with him and let him know that if he really practiced, he could probably get it before too long. I showed him what my hand does when I snap and helped him move his fingers and thumb the same way I was doing. I never heard about it again.

Cut to this weekend, when he was chatting with Aiden, and he started snapping at the end of a sentence when he got really excited. As if he had been doing it for years. No big deal. He wasn't even showing it off to me that he had learned to snap! He was playing it cool.

*sigh* I feel like I'm missing his childhood, even though I'm watching with my eyes wide open. I'm destined to become one of those nostalgic, doe-eyed parents in their sixties.

On the other hand, only the first time in his whole life, he said tonight, after telling us that we forgot to brush his teeth, "Oh, I have an idea! How about I go to bed without brushing my teeth!" So that kind of sounds like a little kid thing to say. And I'd like him to stay my little buddy for just a little while longer.

"Say 'bulldozer' one more time for Mommy?" 

"Boo-dozer," he acquiesces.