Sunday, September 23, 2007

Growing Up

The retreat was wonderful. I was renewed and reminded that our fight is not against unruly children and dirty houses; our fight is against Satan himself. I try to remember that each day.

My son, who will be 3 in January, is growing up. Almost every day he uses the potty at least once, and usually at his request.

Tonight he asked to sleep in the big bed in his room rather than his crib. I nonchalantly said "sure!" but inside I am aching. What will I do without a crib?

Sell it for money, maybe! :)

1 comment:

Angela O. said...

I understand that ache; I look at my sweet Danielle and it seems the time is just flying by . . .