Mike and I both can't remember when this transition occurred. Mike looked at Bryce last night, running around playing, and asked "When did he turn into a little boy? I don't want him to grow up anymore."
It's so difficult (on the heart) to want him to grow up and become an independent mind, but at the same time, we check the web to make sure he is hitting (or passing) all of the developmental milestones of the month.
He understands EVERYTHING. Even if you aren't directly speaking to him he will repeat a word he heard in your conversation. It amazes me how much of a sponge he is. I always heard that kids are sponges but when it is your own, the "WOW" factor is multiplied by a gabillion!
I can't wait until he can fully communicate. I know every parent says, "believe me, you want him to not be able to talk for as long as possible." But I hate to see him get frustrated because he can't verbally express what he wants. He can usually show me or I can eventually figure out what he wants, but it still makes me ache for him. 
He'll say, "Mommy, Kitty all gone." Of course, in his I-just-want-to-squoosh-him, little-boy-from-the-south voice. 
(Check back with me on that potty training thing in a few months.....)
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