Happy Birthday Baby YY

My beautiful baby YY is not a baby any more. He told me so. He said "I big now". Until I told him that meant he was too big to cry and he quickly reversed his statement. "No Mommy, I little again!"
He is so much older then Ethan was at this age. He learns so much from his big brother. They seem to work on aerodynamics pretty often. "YA Wyatt! Jump! It won't hurt!" Sometimes they discuss recipes. "Eat it! Eat it!" Ethan even helped with potty training. "The pottys on the wall are ooinals. And you can't poop in them."
It does make it so much more shocking, though, when he shows me that he is still a baby by throwing a wall-eyed, bat shit crazy tantrum because of something so simple. A trauma incomprehensible to me, but totally real in his mind. Like being the first to open the car door. Or last to get shampooed. Unless the planets are aligned just so and then the order is reversed. Unless it's Wednesday. Or the sun is shining. Then all bets are off and there is no telling what it's going to be this time.