It happened

Caedmon poured himself a bowl of cereal this morning.

He pushed a chair to the counter, grabbed a kid bowl, climbed back down, removed the cereal box from the pantry and poured an child size amount of cereal into his bowl.

Nothing was spilled. Nothing was broken. No mess was made.

While I should be excited over his new found ability; I'm a little sad. He's growing up, becoming self sufficent. He doesn't need us as much as he used to.

He's turning four this week. Four of the best years of my life. Four less years I have with one of the coolest people I know.

So folks that is where I'm at right now - mourning the loss of my baby. He's not even a toddler anymore. He is now a preschooler.

And a cereal pourer.