This is one of those moments when I remember how happy I am that we bought this house. Henry loves to watch the trains and even though we are several blocks from the track even just a glimpse of one is enough to keep him up on our fence on his tip toes the whole time it passes. It is also a moment that reminds me that my little baby isn't really a baby anymore.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Watching for the train
This is one of those moments when I remember how happy I am that we bought this house. Henry loves to watch the trains and even though we are several blocks from the track even just a glimpse of one is enough to keep him up on our fence on his tip toes the whole time it passes. It is also a moment that reminds me that my little baby isn't really a baby anymore.
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Wowza...he is growing at rapid speeds. That photo and even the chalk nose photo show such a little boy. That is the strangest transition. I remember it with all of my nephews. What a delight, and what a cool person you are getting to know.
So true.
Especially by the picture, you can see him looking at the distant, thinking in his own world. No longer the little bean that you cradled every hour, every night :)
But such is also the joy, I guess!
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