I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things around here.

I do know I was gone for quite some time, but sheesh! I just realized that my little bear is almost a big 6 year old first grader, yet my bio in the side bar still states he is only a teensy-tiny 4 year old. It has been quite a while hasn't it?

Tonight we have Niko's first ever t-ball game. He's been looking forward to this night ever since he and C made the ceremonious first baseball glove shopping trip. I've lost count of the "only X more sleeps til my big game mom!" conversations we've had over the past few weeks, and I'd be surprised if he got more than 10 minutes of sleep last night in anticipation of "THE BIG GAME". I'll definitely be posting a full report complete with pics tomorrow.

And so it begins. I cannot help but get a bit misty eyed when I think that just last year, he was too small, too young, and at times, too scared for almost every sport or extra-curricular activity in town. He would sit on the sidelines with me and ask when was it going to be his turn, and why was he not big enough yet, or he'd put on that shy face and hide behind my leg. This past year, he's done do much growing up. Now, he can't wait to play soccer with his cousins, and dreams of becoming a pro golfer while on break from his professional hockey career. He has swimming lessons on his calendar, and wants to learn to skateboard. We're taking the training wheels off his bike soon. His world crashes down if Jimmy Johnson doesn't win the Sunday nascar race....he's 100% all boy, that's for sure! I'm just not 100% sure I want him growing up so fast.
Sniff.