He is into everything and we find his little handprints everywhere. Part of me doesn't want to wash them off. I like remembering that he was there and how little his hands are. I know I can't leave them there forever, but for now, I like seeing them around the house. It reminds me that he is here and well.
I still call Cohen my "little baby". I'm not sure how long I can keep calling him that, as he isn't so little anymore. I know he is going to grow up way too fast so we are just trying to enjoy every minute that we can. I don't mind that he opens my cupboards and pulls out all of the tupperware or empties out my towel drawer. He always looks at me with a guilty look on his face like he knows he isn't really supposed to be doing it. But, I usually just smile at him and let him carry on. Sometimes he ruins his clothes crawling through the dirt or eating blackberries. Sometimes he crawls through the pool fully dressed. Sometimes he wakes up in the night crying and I go give him a snuggle to get him back to sleep. I just want to let him be little, because I know one day I am going to turn around and he is going to be 16 years old! We have learned, and are continuing to learn, that there are things that are important and things that aren't. So for now, I just want to let him be.