Missing Him

Shawn has been in Fort Wayne on business this week. He generally talks to the boys on the phone as they are headed to bed. The following occured after Luke talked to Shawn as he was climbing into bed.

Luke: Mommy, I can't remember what Daddy looks like.
Me: Oh, Luke, yes you can, you're just being silly.
Luke: No Mommy, really, I'm serious, it's kind of like he's a stranger.

Guess we're all ready for him to come home.

Now I Understand

I have always been confused by people continually have babies, when they don't seem to like/want the ones they've got, but no longer. My favorite age starts at about 9-10 months and lasts for about a year. Babies at this age are generally happy with moments of screaming. Keep them fed and dry and you get smiles and coos all day. After this stage you enter two, and then (in my opinion the worst age ever) 3. I hate three. Everything is a fight with Ronin. He is generally screaming with moments of happy.

So, no matter the illogicality of it, I get it. If you keep on having children, you'll keep on having a happy, smiley baby. But, then they grow up.... Thankfully 3 does end, and kindergarten isn't far off. And so far, school has been wonderful for Luke. But really, who would you rather hang out with today?

OR

Lucky me doesn't have to choose, I get both!

First Day!

I realize I'm not the first mom to do this, but it didn't make it any easier. But, I did it! He's at school now. And without any tears! For those who know Luke, you know that is HUGE. GINORMOUS. GARGANTUAN. ENORMOUS. We can't even leave friends houses without tears. But, he just walked right into the building, without me, without knowing for sure where he was going, just did it like he'd done it a thousand times before. I'm really proud of him, and myself for not losing it until he was in the building, but mostly him. I'm not sure what to do with us now. I think I'll just be looking at the clock until I can go pick him up. He wanted so bad to ride the bus, but I figured he'd have a panic attack when it came down to actually doing it. I told him if there were no tears today, he could ride tomorrow. I thought that was a pretty safe promise, but I guess he's going to ride the bus tomorrow. This all seems to be happening very fast. When did this

turn into this?

I guess it's true that the days go slow, but the years fly by. I'm sure one day very soon, I will look forward to my 3 hours with two, but for today I'm missing the third.