Grace's Preschool Graduation

Last night, we said 'so long' to Miss Amee.  She has been such a positive influence in the introduction to education for both Carson and Grace.  She provides such a welcoming, unintimidating approach to learning.  Not once did either of them EVER not want to go to school - which I believe says a lot about their experience. 

 

We will miss her, but will be back in a few years when Carter is ready!  I can't believe my sweet baby girl is going to start kindergarten in a few, short weeks.  I will soak her up while I can!

Bum prints

After grace finished playing in the sprinklers this afternoon, we were sitting on the back steps while she warmed up and ate a cheeseburger. All of the sudden, she starts pulling down her swimsuit bottoms. "what are you doing?!? Pull up your swimsuit!". Our backyard faces a common area/park. She ignored me. "we don't get naked in the backyard! Pull up your swimsuit!" she ignored me, pulled down her swimsuit and sat on the steps. "look mom, bum prints. Get it, instead of hand prints, it's bum prints!" then pulled up her swimsuit, laughed, and finished her cheeseburger.

A Bitter Sweet Reminder

A couple weeks ago, a kid from Carson's preschool class drowned in his bathtub. Six years old. Carson and Harry weren't exactly 'friends', as a matter of fact, there was a bit of conflict at the beginning of the preschool year. Carson felt that Harry was 'mean' to him. By the end of the year they got along fine and we ran into him on a few occasions outside of preschool. When I heard the news that it was Harry who drowned, my heart sank. It feels different when you knew the child and the mother.

I tell my kids "Don't grow up. I want you to stay little forever!" This is not a true statement. I love my kids at this age. I loved them last year, the years before that. But I really, really want to see who they grow up to be. I love spending my days with them and taking them to parks and playplaces and watching tv with them. I LOVE this age...but...I cannot imagine if this age is where my memories of them stopped. I want them to grow up. I want to help them in school and ground them for not coming home by curfew. I want to drop them off at the movies with friends and hear about their heartaches and celebrate their successes.

My heart hurts for Harry's mom and his friends. I am so grateful for my three beautiful children. I am blessed to be able to spend so much time with them. I love being a mom!!!