Between little and big, there are no high chairs, only standing at the table and feeding yourself. There is independent play in your room, there is reading books in your bed. Between little and big there is always a watchful eye on mama while making new friends. There is sudden technological dexterity. There are naps that require a little extra rocking sometimes. There is always Wink. And there is trying again and again to get those legs down the hallway.
I'm savoring watching him claim his independence a little at a time. Truly! I look forward to the day this summer when I can set him down in the grass and he can run as wild as he wants. But I'm still awfully glad that the little in him is sticking around just a tiny bit longer.