And then I think about teaching him to master his little tricycle (which he's working on...) and how pretty soon I'll blink and have to do it all over for a bike. And then (even worse) I'll blink again and he'll want his driver's license.
I’ve tried to stop saying, “hurry, hurry!” to bug. I think instead, I need to meet him at his own pace. I think if I do, I’ll enjoy my time with him more. And I may just see a lot of things I would have missed.