Nostalgic.

It's obvious that I'm feeling a little nostalgic for their baby days. Reality has sunk in and I know that my baby days are over. Now, instead of finding baby rattles, pacifiers and diapers, his room has suddenly begun the transformation into a preteen room. I look around and there are collections of things. Shells. Rocks. Erasers. Trinkets. NOTES FROM GIRLS!! His cork board used to be covered in cards from grandparents and drawings of his own. Now, his cork board is covered in pictures of his friends, 100% papers, and more obvious proof that he's growing up. It's a scary thought, but I'm buckled in and I'm ready for the ride. I guess I have to be. There's now turning back now.