My very first baby just really doesn't look like a baby anymore. He looks like .... well, .... a teenager.
But he isn't. Oh no, he's not. Not for another year.
He might walk a block behind the rest of us. And he might look in a mirror (or any reflective surface) every time he passes one to check his wayward strands of hair. And he certainly knows how to roll his eyes at us (and we give him lots of opportunity for practice :-). He's beginning to like "cool" clothes. He also actively looks for ways to help me out. And he watches out carefully for his youngest brother. He has the book smarts and scholarly tendencies of one older than himself. He is already an author and has a gifted way with words, both spoken and written.
But he is NOT a teenager. Yet.