Where's my baby?

 Someone took my sweet little boy and replaced him with a biting, hitting, pinching, screeching, hair pulling, whining, give me more (insert snack of the minute here) now or I'll scream (again) toddler.  Now who was it?  Come on, I want that baby back....

Now after all this happened, in a span of 10 minutes, I did get to laugh with him at the silly squirting fish in the bathtub, name and point to all the body parts we know, pour 25 or so cups of water over the belly (which is hilarious) and snuggle up in our towel cause getting out of the bath is sooo super cold.  That's my little guy...

Then I even got a few minutes of couch time snuggle while eating some blueberries and watching Diners Drive Ins and Dives.  Jack is a big Guy fan.  They have similar hair post bath time. 

But the moral of the story here is, my little baby is getting too big.  He so independent.  Knows what he wants.  And usually wants it right now, or 5 minutes ago.  The neighborhood kids ask him to come play.  He tries to call the dogs by "whistling" and clapping.  He drives his powerwheel (steering doesn't count) all over the 'hood.  Lounges in his chair while watching his shows, with his feet up.  Eats bowls of yogurt with a spoon and doesn't make (too much of) a mess. Climbs the stairs.  Feeds the cat.  And who knows what will happen tomorrow.  Well, nothing I tell you, I won't let him out of his room.  No more growing up Jack...