Objects in the rear view mirror...

My little big guy informed me this week that he needs boxer shorts. Announced with gusto. And just like that our days of cute cartoon-printed little boy briefs are over.

On to Target and the rows of boxers are all stripes, solids, and play-it-safe plaids. Boo. I remember being sad over the jump from the diaper to undies, not because I'd miss changing them, but because it was another big milestone. And here's another.

One day I won't be wiping sparkle blue kids toothpaste out of the sink either. It's that saying - the days are long but the years are short.

Indeed.