Cake not pancakes

For so long, whenever someone asked me how old Adam is, I would reply in months- 4 months, 9 months, 14 months.  But today, I can say a year and a half.  Where did 18 whole months, 547 days go? When did I suddenly become a mom to a little boy who can talk, negotiate, ride bikes, help himself to raisins from the cabinet and makes me laugh each and every day.

We were reading Olivia Saves the Circus before bed tonight and on the second page Olivia makes pancakes for her little brothers.  Adam kept turning to this page and saying the work cake over and over.  I explained that they were pancakes, not cake.  But he kept insisting.  Then he pointed to the mixer in the corner of the page and I suddenly realized he saw all the dirty dishes and the mixer Olivia uses to make the pancakes and equated it to us making a cake the other day.

When did I become a mom to a little boy that understands so, so much and has clearly inherited my sweet tooth.