Still my little boy

This little guy is a paradox right now.

Saturday night I retreated upstairs while he and his dad watched Jackass 3. I could not handle the silly grossness. Attaching a porta-potty with a full tank to a bungee cord and filming while the guy inside gets covered in poo? How is that funny? And really, how is it fall on the floor laughing and holding your sides funny? (But I loved listening from afar and hearing them laugh and giggle and yell "Oh my god, that's nasty!!!").

So he's a boy that loves doing grownup guy stuff with his dad.

But he's still my baby.

This morning before going downstairs to put his shoes on, he lovingly kissed each of his "Doggies with no legs" (little blankets with attached dog heads)

on their heads and laid them gently on his favorite blanket that I made for him when he was a baby.

It was the sweetest thing.

Then he ran over and farted in the cat's face.

Yeah.