There are days when watching W grow up is so much fun. He's been going through a bunch of rapid changes over the last few days, and it's great to watch him turn into more and more of a little person. He's starting to talk more - yelling "gat!" any time he gets near our cat and even saying thank you about once out of every 10 times you give him something he wants - has almost, almost grasped the concept of using a spoon, runs and climbs like a champ, and has figured out how to get down stairs without falling and killing himself. Days like this are when motherhood is actually fun. They're few and far between, so I treasure them when I can get them.