Where did my baby go?

"Heywoh, Mama!" Henry said, as he walked into the bedroom.

I smiled. I'm still not used to his little speaking voice.

I scooped him up and lay him down on his back to change his clothes. He threw his arms in the air and looked around, his senses obviously overwhelmed and discomfited by his now perpendicular position.

Funny, I thought. It wasn't so long ago that he spent nearly all of his time laying down, observing the world from the limited perspectives of a baby.

But now he's been upright for so long, running, looking, seeing.

That's when it happened. That tiny inconsequential nothing of a moment was the moment that I realized the baby in him was all used up.