C, B, and I sat on the porch this evening, playing Quarto and talking. B played his harp. Elijah played with his tricycle, naked in his outdoor playpen thing, pulling the streamers off the handlebar and draping them over his head and laughing.
He's noticeably bigger, heavier, more solid than just two days ago. He's growing.
Will I miss the baby days? The toddler days?