Logan is a few days shy of 10 months here. I remember being so tickled this day when I opened up the door.

Logan had taken off his hat.

He put his pacifier inside the hat.

He set the hat on his lap, maintained a one-fingered death grip on the bill, and then went to sleep.

Now he’ll be 6 in two short months.

He is leaving behind some of the toys of his toddlerhood. Trains are not a thing anymore. PJ Masks are long gone.

The Paw Patrol is hanging on, but it’s hard against Batman and Spiderman and the rest of The Avengers. Soon enough Ryder, Chase, Rubble, Skye, and the rest of the Paw Patrol will pack it in, another toddler safely seen to an age where superhero dogs just aren’t as cool as Peter Parker and Bruce Wayne.

And I, as Dad, didn’t know how I felt about any of this. Sad, mostly, but also excited.

I am excited he has friends next door now.

I am excited he is starting Kindergarten next week.

I am excited he is reading. He has no idea of the knowledge, worlds, and adventures that wait for him in books.

And yet…

It seems like just a few weeks ago he was trying chicken noodle baby food for the first time and losing his shit over how great it was. Katie and I laughed and laughed over the sounds he made when he got the first taste. He smiled so big.

And then, just 4 days ago at the library, he was pretending to be Spiderman:

I am aware of course of time passing. But… I don’t know how we got here.

I’ve thought a lot about this lately. And I’ve decided it doesn’t really matter. I’ll miss the time that has passed, sure, but hey, at least I got to be there. Lots of folks don’t. Hell, some people choose to not be there, which is insanity.

Lots of cool stuff coming up in the near future. So I will keep my eyes forward. I don’t want to miss anything by looking the wrong direction.