Sometimes he still takes a nap. He wakes up with different proportions. His legs look longer. Little bumps of knuckles have replaced the dimples on the backs of his hands.
He looks so grown up. It's hard not to think it. He's getting so big. Which is true, in a way. His whole job right now is still to get bigger and learn things. And he's doing both beautifully.
But he's not really "grown up." Three, even three-and-a-half years is not a long time in the grand scheme of things. It wasn't all that long ago that he was on the inside, cushioned in his warm, watery world. Curled in a ball, bracing his tiny feet against bone.