Cohen!

Gah!  Some days this little boy's naughtiness knows no end!  He is a mini-Nick.  He takes nothing seriously.  Especially discipline.  Believe me, he pulled off this antic 100% by himself.  After I caught him like this, I have been using masking tape to keep the oven door closed.

He is the quintessential youngest child.  He just wants to be funny!  When he and Elsa pair up, forget about it...  They can get in to mischief faster than I can snap my fingers.

It doesn't help that he is a climber, and finds a way to climb anything!

When I catch him doing something he shouldn't be, and I get after him; he walks up to me and gives me a hug.  To me, this indicates that he has a basic knowledge of right and wrong.  But his big brown eyes melt my heart, and the fact that he still likes to cuddle with me, leads me to cut him a lot of slack.

I am guilty of being less strict with my youngest child, and I know it.

Apologies to Reagan.  Being the oldest child is hard (I have firsthand knowledge of this).  But in my defense, I am doing the best that I can.

And I HATE that Cohen is getting bigger every day.  I hate that all of my kids are!

I had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that he was too big for the crib/toddler bed.  I put-off taking it down for as long as I could.  I didn't want to admit that I no longer had a baby in the house.

But eventually, I had to bite the bullet.

After nearly six years of continuous use, I dismantled the crib, and gave it to my brother.

When we were in Seattle, in October, an elderly man approached us, at one point.  He looked at Nick and I wrangling our three kids, and said: "this is the best time of your life".

I think about what he said, CONSTANTLY.  And I totally agree with him.

Of course, Cohen transitioned to a big-boy bed easily. 

I wish I could transition as easily as he does!  Why can't time just stay still, sometimes?!