and he wears "wadybug shoes." today is his birthday and a little part of my heart is breaking. i never thought i would be this kind of mother. ever since my children were born, i have celebrated their every move toward independence. but today he's four, and i want to scream - "freeze! don't get any bigger!" i love that he can get dressed and go potty by himself, but he still fits in my arms when he gets a "boo boo." i love that he plays soccer with his little friends, but he would rather be with his family than with anyone else. i love that he watches dora laughing, and he has no idea what mtv is. i love finding his little wadybug shoes by the door, knowing that too soon they will be replaced by huge stinky nikes. but, i bet i will love those huge stinky nikes too. happy birthday, little man.