Memories...

Last night was the first time Max had to take a bath over at my house since he broke his arm.  Quick backstory- monkey bars, cherry drop, right radius had a severely displaced fracture while the ulna was merely greenstick.  10 hours in the hospital and one surgery later, and he's fine.
Anyhoo, he's had to switch from showers to baths since the incident, and since he's limited, I had to wash his hair for him last night.  I swear it's been at least 4 years since I've done that, and I got a little choked up.  He was hideously embarrased that his mom was seeing him (eek!) naked, but I think he enjoyed the extra attention.  He's growing up so frickin' fast!  I can't believe he's gonna be 10 in like 3 weeks.  Plus, he's essentially skipped a grade this year.  How proud is this momma?
*and, the nurse who took care of him at the hospital asked me if he was "always this polite"?  I am happy to say that yes, he is.  Something I've been saying all these years actually sunk in!!  Woot!