I have a heavy heart today. Not because this is the last year of my mid-thirties, before I drop helplessly into the "late" category and move ever closer to the ominous 40s. Not because Sara is nearly seven months old and I still have about 6 pounds of baby weight in the trunk. No, it's because today my oldest baby leaves the nest. Today is Ty's first day of kindergarten.
I drop him off in just a few hours and I feel like bawling just thinking about it. Don't get me wrong. I'm excited for him. This is the beginning. The beginning of making friends, of learning wonderful new things and getting used to the school he will be in for the next nine years (it's a K-8 Charter School). But it is also the beginning of his life independent of me. He'll have so many experiences during his day that I can only imagine, he'll have crushes and arguments and those "a-ha" moments that always make me smile. He'll do all that without me there and that breaks my heart. Here he is yesterday, when we had a little introductory day at the school (1-1/2 hours), during which I got to stay with him the entire time and barrage the teacher with questions and exclaim that the pick-up/drop-off procedure didn't work and give her my recommendations to fix it.In other news, after only one month riding his bike, Ty started doing tricks and jumping ramps. He's announced that he either wants to be a professional baseball player or "an X gamer" when he grows up. He's also opted for in-line hockey this fall instead of soccer. (sigh)
Ethan starts preschool in just two weeks, so expect to hear similar whining from me then when I have to cart him off to school.
Sara is advancing beyond control as well. She's sitting up, eating babyfood and is as cute as ever. She has two teeth and more are coming in as I write this. I'm trying to sneak in some dairy here and there to see if her system has matured enough. So far, so good. (I miss my cheese!)Last, but not least, we have a new family member. Meet Sasha, the most adorable little yellow lab ever put on the earth (she loves hanging out by Sara's feet).
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