Saturday, April 08, 2006
Rites of passage
took Elijah's three old strollers
(rusty, moldy and parts falling off - not really suitable for passing on elsewhere)
to the dump.
got Elijah his first big boy bike.
And a snazzy helmet.
I usually am not at all sentimental about him getting bigger, since he seems to be getting more interesting with every passing day. But I'm feeling a little bittersweet today.