Muffin turns 4 today.
Two days ago, Jordan asked me when we stopped being cute. When prodded further, she elaborated; Muffin was a very cute baby, but now, he isn't so cute anymore and he is grown up.
Part of me laughed but the other part of me was sad.
It's official, my youngest has indeed grown up and is no longer a baby, like his sister said.
I should have seen this coming. The signs were for the picking. It was most obvious in how he played or who he played.
At 2, he was The Very Hungry Caterpillar. He ate leaves, he got a stomachache, he built a cocoon/ chrysalis around himself and out popped a butterfly.
At 3, he became a lion. A large, courageous and fierce one that roared when he felt threatened but never showed his fear. He was the King of the Lions.
Happy Birthday to our littlest. You will always be our Muffin.