The end of an era

Well, it's here. I can't believe it.  My little boy told me this week that he is too big for his "character" lunch box and backpack.  He said that he wants to have something more like his big brother.  That he is not a baby anymore.  My heart sank.  My little baby boy...the one who is only 6 years old and hasn't lost a tooth yet, is not a baby.  WHAT?  Yes, he is.  He is my baby.  He will always be my baby boy!  It's strange to think that we are creeping up on 1st grade for him.  He is losing all the left over baby fat he once had.  He is starting to look like a big boy (check out these muscles).


I'm not ready for this...although I should be, I'm not!   Now I must savor the princess stage as much as I can, 'cause before I know it, Cupcake will say she is too big for princesses too!