The baby stroller is back.
I always feel a little sad when my girls outgrow putting babies to bed and making supper with pretend food. In my opinion they move on to reading the Classics and carrying real purses too quickly.
You know what I don't miss? Legos.
But they're back too. I grin and bear the "Lego noise" (you know what I'm talking about) and stepping on that lone block on my way to the kitchen.
We are back to the beginning. The new one has arrived and we couldn't be more excited.
And she loves to play.
I'm not sure if it's the number of times we've been through this, the ten years I've aged since the first one moved in, or the new one's personality, but this has been our smoothest transition yet. We are thankful.
I'm not saying that it's all sunshine and roses, but it's going well and we'll ride that wave as long as it's available.
There are challenges ahead. I know they're coming. Some I can predict, others will be specific to her, things I've never dealt with before.
For now we eat pretend sandwiches at the afternoon tea parties. We listen as the Lego car zooms across the coffee table.
And we watch every episode of VeggieTales ever made. Twice.