Where Phoenix once woke with a cry that often incited stomach lurching and something to break, he now wakes silently. In the last week, he has taken to stealthily climbing off our bed, creeping into whichever room I am in, and scaring the crap out of me.
Last night around 11, four hours after I had put him to bed, I was washing his tub toys in the bathroom sink, when from my periphery, I saw movement. I looked and there was Phoenix SKIPPING in the damn hallway.
My first thought? "TERRORIST! MINI TERRORISTS!"
So, I compose myself and say "Hey buddy, whatcha doin?"
Motherfucka breaks into a two-step do-si-do, and resumes skipping.