O the memories (Trader Joe's Os that is)

This morning the boys had their breakfast of Trader Joe's Os at the dining table with their dad. As they munched away I had one of those flashback kind of memories from when Big Dog was a toddler. Back before Little Dog was born, back before we moved to Seattle, back before we were old hands at this parenting thing.

When Big Dog was just over a year old he was a pretty good eater. One thing he especially liked was a nice bowl of Os. But not just any Os. His father's Os. As soon as Mr. Dog would pour himself a bowl, Big Dog would drop whatever he was doing and speed waddle off to the kitchen to grab himself a spoon. Then he'd climb up on Mr. Dog's lap and help him eat his snack. The thought of it still makes me smile.

Now this diapered baby of my memories is a tall and strong boy. He doesn't waddle when he runs. He doesn't need help finding a spoon in the drawer. He sits in his own chair and confidently feed himself. And yet, even nearly 5 years later, he will still swipe your snack in a heartbeat. As much as things change, some thing stay the same.