Batteries and all that fun stuff...

How is it that a child gets to a certain age and knows which toys need batteries and which don't?

The batteries in the toy hand saw have been dead for months, and I mean months. All of a sudden this morning J comes to me and says, "Mommy, these batteries are dead, I need new ones". Now I am sitting here trying to think of something clever to blog about but, all I hear is a hand saw trying desparately to cut through the glass on the patio doors. Oh the pain in my head.

It seems the closer we get to J's third birthday the smarter and older he seems. Every day is filled with a new expression or interest. And I realize more and more that he is just getting older. That although I will call him my baby forever, he is not in fact a baby anymore.

As I cried in frustration yesterday, J came up to me and said, " Mommy, after I go potty, I will cuddle you and you will be ok." How is it that he just knows a cuddle and some cute words from him will be all I ever need? Then of course, I started crying more because he is just so cute and loving and growing up.

Can he stay a baby forever? Or at least a few more years?