My time.... is done.

My oldest child is 8. My aunt says that he's almost exactly like I was. I think this is mostly true... except for the fact that he's clearly better looking and smarter than I am. And that's a good thing.

We're at a transition point now: If I'm chasing him on a straightaway... I can catch him no problem. But when it comes to cornering, I'm completely hosed. And so it begins.

He's goregeous and fast and funny and his sister drives him insane... and he's truly an amazing little man. Wowza.