Growing up is HARD on Mommy!

That little cutie pie in the laundry basket is Christian when he was six months old and quite frankly when I look at that picture I feel like crawling into bed and crying. You see, I visited a preschool this morning. The preschool that Christian will probably go to next fall. And last week I ended up in the boys clothes section in Target. It seems he's a boys size small or extra small. How did that happen? It hit me today that if he goes to preschool in the fall and then to kindergarten the following year, that my leisurely days with him are limited. That makes me SAD!

(Christian and Abby in October of 2005, the week Nate was born.)

Christian and Abby are playing downstairs together right now. They're being all wild and probably destroying the cleaning up we just did. They are the best of friends despite the fact that I can currently hear Christian saying "Abbygirl!" Which he thinks is her full name and he only uses that when he's frustrated. Hmmm...I'm going to miss hearing that next year when Abby's in Kindergarten all day. I know preschool is what Christian needs. It will be extremely good for him. I know I could just teach him at home, but he would listen much better to a teacher and I think he would be motivated by the other kids in the class. Right now he's not too interested in following any kind of directions when we do school work and I know it would be different if he were in another setting. So there's no doubt in my mind that this is the right choice, I just don't want my little boy to grow up!

I know there are much bigger things going on in the world today. We've now got a new president and I'm sure the rest of the world knows exactly what Michelle Obama was wearing today, but I have no clue. I haven't even had the TV on today. And I really don't feel like I'm missing much. I'm going to go read a few books with the wild kids downstairs and maybe get the playdough out!