Last night while putting Keeghan to bed, I noticed that one of Froggy’s arms was sopping wet. When I asked Keeghan how it got all wet, he reached out and took it from me.

Then, he curled up in that snugly little comma shape, popped one of Foggy’s arms in his mouth, and gazed lovingly into Froggy’s eyes. Then, he blissfully made the sign for “milk.”

This is awesome and amazing and it means he’s not only learned to soothe himself with his lovey but that he understands that that’s what he’s doing.

And it’s awful and terrible because, until that moment, that look belonged to ME. I want him to grow up and be independent, but I wasn’t expecting it to start so soon.