It is official. My little guy, who insists that he is a “big kid” is enrolled in school. I tried not to think too much about it, because I do not want to get all weepy, but I still remember the days when school was a distant event not even worth thinking too much about. I have time to get used to the idea, of course. It’s only the end of February, and he won’t be starting school until September, but it just seems like it’s all happened far.too.quickly.
When did this little guy grow up? He recognizes letters and numbers (although he’s only really solid at knowing the letter B); he has an amazing imagination and tells me the funniest stories, some of which are likely partly true. Maybe. It’s hard to verify facts with a 3(and a half )-year-old.
I’d like time to just pause for a few days once in a while so that I can stop and just enjoy the best parts of him…his giggles and hugs, and watching him run sprints up and down the upstairs hallway, usually in nothing but a pair of tiny briefs.
this thing called life 