Where does the time go? My second born child, and only son, started kindergarten. He is no longer my sweet baby, but a smart, loving, hilarious boy. He makes me laugh every single day. I am amazed by his crazy cartwheels, and his abundant arm farts. He cracks me up! I thought I would cry when I left him with his teacher on that first day, but surprisingly enough, I was more proud than sad. Then, I became excited. I would only have one child to take to the store, and this became my vow. Never again will I go to the store with more than one child in tow. So, in keeping with my new vow, Bella and I headed to the store after dropping off the other two on that second day. Walking into the store, I realized that there would be no rush! Bella is still quite content to ride in the shopping cart without throwing fits or trying to escape. We strolled through the store and my legs began to lead me to the toy department. I rarely venture there with all three kids because frankly, I'm not into self-torture. As I walked through the toys, I found myself in the middle of the Thomas the Tank Engine aisle. My tears started to flow. My sweet toddler, the one who LOVED Thomas and all of his buddies, was no more. Now we have a closet with a large container of wooden trains that my "big boy" doesn't think twice about. I did love that stage, and I know it will never return. Thomas, I do miss you, and you will forever hold a very special place in my heart. And by the way, Thomas, have you met A.J.'s new friend Megatron?
