This morning I decided to take a chance on the weather and hang out some washing on the line.
It's not a terribly astounding washing line, especially at the moment as it's lopsided due to The Boy sliding down it like a fireman.
It's a quite unassuming Brabantia whirlygig.
But as I hung up the clothes, I had a moment when I remembered hanging out The Boy's brightly coloured pants. His first pants.
Almost exactly two years ago, I posted that photo as a Silent Sunday to show the coloured gems that The Boy was getting to grips with. Potty training was a success and he was dry during the day within a fortnight.
And it feels like only yesterday that I was pegging his little, dinosaur pants on the line.
So how come I was doing the same thing earlier, but with these?
How have the past two years gone by so quickly?