To Conal, it is all about keeping up with his big boy pals.

We went to the playground with some friends today and Conal spent most of the time following the big boys. Climbing up on the play-gyms when they did. Making a mess with the mulch when they did. Stuffing his mouth with goldfish crackers when they did. Running around on the “stage” when they did.

He thinks he’s a big boy.

He climbed up the steep stairs alone.

He went down the big slide by himself.

He fell — face first — on the ground and didn’t cry a bit. Didn’t even look for me.

He thinks he’s a big boy.

I’m not ready for that.