Yeah, me neither.
And today he's five. And outgoing, smart, (more) adventurous, confident and very independent.
Yesterday during Lucy's nap I Febreezed (new verb?) the sofa cushions and put them on the front porch to dry and air out. (We have dogs who think that the couch is their playground.) After an hour in the fresh air, Patrick offered to help me bring them in. But when we got out on to the sunny front porch he said, "Hey Mom, this is an excellent snuggling spot! Do you want to sit with me on these cushions in the sun?" Of course I did.
A minute later, with a list of all I had to get done before dinner swirling through my head, I was about to tell him that we had to get up and go inside, when all of the sudden I heard a commotion coming from down the street. I craned my neck around and saw a group of four tween boys awkwardly sauntering their way up the sidewalk. They were loud, obnoxious and so grown up. I hugged Patrick a little tighter, watched those big boys walk past and realized that these days of sun-snuggling (definitely a new verb) are fleeting. So, we sat there talking and laughing and snuggling until Lucy woke up.