Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
When You're Four
Your mom takes you places like the doctor's office, and you get bored.
She also takes you to the bookstore and makes you stay in the coffee shop part. Also, boring.
But the food isn't bad, and if you're good, you get a carrot cake cupcake.
But you make sure you check out all the other possibilities first. After all, Mom's chatting about all sorts of important stuff and is going to let you have whichever dessert you choose. If you're good. Guaranteed.
And they also want me to be good, so they're friendly and let me take flattering pictures of them.
When you're four you also have to be a lady who lunches during the first week of school when all the other kids go back to school and you have to wait for the preschool to start. Again, boring. But if you promise to be good, you get a whole bowl of queso to yourself!
Oh, and you might get a soda, too.
They talk a lot. And they are loud and laughy.
Remember though... it's always better to take pictures of Mom's friends instead of Mom. Otherwise she takes the camera away.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
A Fast Last Approaching
I can already feel it. This is the year for some big "LAST" things. I wonder how I'll handle it...
For one, this is Alek's LAST year in elementary school. It's actually a little stunning to think that this baby we brought home nearly ten years ago is going to be ending his elementary school career this year.
Are you kidding me? It makes me feel a little panicky, a little worried that I didn't pack enough into these years, and yet I'm smart enough to be grateful that he is happy and healthy and our years have chugged along just as they are supposed to do.
Life is good. It's just fast.
Walter's Last First Day of Preschool!
Walter started preschool on the 31st. He had been counting the days until school started, until Johnny started riding to school with us, and most importantly, until he could take his Toy Story 3 water thermos to school.
Not a tear was shed. No "When will you come get me" queries. Just exuberant enthusiasm.
And a celebratory lunch at Chik-fil-a, too!
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