Stu and I have spent the last few weeks moving a bigger bed into Conall's room, rearranging his room, and cleaning it. We decided that we needed a larger bed for him since he tends to sleep horizontally across his bed. It would also give us a larger bed for when family came to stay (hint, hint Pop Pop Leo).
The sad part is that Conall has decided that he is now too old for Thomas the Tank Engine. Conall became enamored with Thomas the winter before his second birthday. It seems like ever since Conall has played with everything Thomas. Conall has informed us that he still likes trains "just the real freight engine type of trains" not the ones with faces on them, and that Thomas isn't real and is for babies.
We spent this week packing up all of his wooden, plastic, and metal Thomas train toys. It is a good thing because it gives him much more room and makes it easier to organize and clean up his toys and room. But, part of me couldn't help but be sad at the end of this era of Conall. My son is now on his way to being a bigger boy.
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