Big Kid

This may not be news to anyone else, but I was suddenly and unexpectedly hit with the realization that Miles is not a baby anymore.

Yesterday, while Miles was napping, a little boy from down the street knocked on our door and asked if Miles could come out and play.  I nearly died of cute on the spot, but managed to tell the boy that Miles was asleep, but could come play later.

Today, the boy was back.  Before I knew it, he and Miles were upstairs, playing trains and laughing.

As I type this, Miles is playing in our driveway with two of the neighborhood kids.  They've created some sort of game that involves foam swords and shields, and a soccer ball.  I really don't understand the rules - frankly, I'm not sure there are any - but they are having a blast.  Children are randomly wandering in and out of my front door seeking out extra equipment as the game becomes more complex.

Truth be told, I love that our house is the destination for the neighborhood kids.  It's what I always hoped for.  I'm just having a hard time with the fact that Miles is old enough for this already.  Somehow, overnight, my baby has become a big kid.

I love it.  And I hate it.