When did he get so big? So independent? I watched him eat dinner on his own last night when we went out to eat. His highchair was pulled up close to the table and it looked like he was sitting with us, like really sitting with us, not just next to us in the highchair. He watched things going on around him and ate his food, like a kid, not a baby. And this kid, my kid, who would not eat any finger-food fruits or vegetables for months and months, dug into a big hunk of cantaloupe. He even chose it over a chicken finger as he contemplated what to pick up next. It was a seemingly normal moment, but I watched him for a few minutes in amazement. When did this all happen? I’ve seen it in bits and pieces, like when we realized he loved watermelon on our trip to Ithaca, or watched him suck down blueberries or enjoy a meal out with us in Ocean City, but somehow it really hit me last night. Maybe it’s that he just started in the Toddler room at daycare and now he’s napping on a cot, and eating at a little table with little chairs. Or maybe it’s that he’s so active and opinionated and understands so much of what we say now. It amazes me a little more every day.