A Mother's Lament, Continued

About three and a half years ago I posted a couple of pictures of Evan - at one year and 3.5 years old, in the same spot, standing next to some letters I had hanging in his room. I was a little sad about how much that short amount of time had changed him, from baby to little boy. Well, imagine what happens between 3.5 years and 7 years old. A LOT. All that chunkiness and babyness is totally gone. Replaced with a lanky, on-the-go, wired with energy B-O-Y.

His new room is accented with "big" boy colors of midnight blue and red, so it was time to repaint the letters. A little sadness there too, but he loves the new baseball and stars theme. Still to come is the Louisville Slugger and karate belt display. He's growing up, but he's also growing into who he is, and for that I am happy.