Walking Home

I recently moved to an apartment that is close to Colsen's school, so now he can walk to and from school. Like, I'm so close I can see the school from my window. The street that I live on is basically the school's driveway.

When I was Colsen's age I walked to and from school. One day, I followed home the girl I had a crush on. Not in a creepy, stalker way; we were walking together. I did this, without telling my parents, and when I got home my parents may or may not have even been home. My parents were the opposite of helicopter parents. I was thinking, if I ever was not home when Colsen got home, I might be arrested in this day and age. The times are a changing.

What age is the correct age for kids to be home by themselves? My parents decided it was 5 when I was little. I'm thinking for Colsen, it's probably going to have to be something like 18. I jest, but it's definitely going to have to be older.

Family Picture Time

Here is mine and Colsen's family picture from this last Christmas. I love pictures. Many of my memories are only still memories because I have pictures of them. These pictures that my family does every two years serves as a gauge for the passage of time. All the same people, just a little bit older. Usually, I'm taking pictures, so I'm not in a lot of them, but I have a ton of Colsen pics. Of course, he's my favorite pictorial subject. It's good to have these pictures where we're together and looking all dressy.

Write It Down

I read an article today from an experienced parent trying to give advice to new parents. She advised new parents to keep a journal, to write down the feelings and experiences they were going through as new parents, because one day you will probably forgot. Not the so much the important moments or accomplishments, but the day to day.

She had forgotten the day to day joys that parenting brought her, the little things. And that got me reminiscing about my time with Colsen. As I look through some of these old posts from a pretty much forgotten blog, I am reminded. Of the little quirks and things that made Colsen unique. The things that are glossed over in most of my memories.

I won't say that I'm going to do a better job keeping up this blog. I probably won't. But if I do, it will be a special treasure that I will be able to look back on when Colsen is much older. And dang it, he just keeps getting older...