Still Little, Almost Big

The Boy is four years old. Almost five, but still four. I have, of course, been aware of how fast time flies and how quickly kids grow, but I only just now - like, thirty seconds ago - was struck by how much older five is than four. 

Four is still preschool, toddler-sized shoes and baby cartoons. But five? Kindergarten and a whole lot of other scary growing up stuff. 

I'm not ready. I have twenty-seven days to get my head round the idea that my baby, the sweet little dude that I could have sworn was born just a few days ago, is a big boy. 

Here are some piccies from this weekend of him looking like my little guy, but bigger.