Remember when...

I was just a baby and loved to pile these wood chips on top of the red pedestals like I was making a pizza? Remember when I wasn't even able to walk to the park by myself and had to be carried partway? Not anymore. I am growing up and behaving like a big boy. One that can poo-poo in a potty, keep my pants dry all day long, and ride a bike - by myself. Babydom is gone. Hello childhood.

Sometimes I think my parents are sad that I am getting so big and independent. They should just realize they, nor anyone else, can stop the relentless march of time. It's a one-way street with one speed - life speed. No worries, I wouldn't have it any other way.