Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Well, it's done. My baby officially starts preschool in the fall. We got him all signed up today and he has a spot reserved. When I first floated the idea of school past Colin, he thought the only reason I wanted to sign the boy up was so I could get away from him once a week. And just between you and me, there was some truth in that, although I denied it ("No! It's, like, all for his development...and stuff." ). The thought of running errands with one kid is appealing. As is the thought that if I want to meet a friend for lunch, I only have to drag one kiddo along. You get the idea. I can make Kendall's doctor's appointments on days when Cason is gone....possibly clean my house...hopefully he'll have a poopy diaper at school instead of home... the possibilities are endless.
But then, after he was enrolled, and I had both kids loaded and back in the car, I shed a few tears to myself. Because my baby isn't a baby anymore. He's like all little boy-ish and stuff.
But the moment was short lived as my "baby" is running two toy tractors over my feet at this very minute. And his diaper stinks. Bring on August, baby.