Summer's ending
We're eking out the last few days of summer here. I love September, which always seems to be tied to new beginnings, but somehow the passing of this summer feels very poignant. Johnny starts pre-school 3 mornings a week next Wednesday.
Part of me is thrilled at the prospect of a little time to myself and part is sad about the passing of this stage in life. We're done producing little people, so no more long days at home filled with the hundred and one pieces of busyness that make up a day with an infant. How fast they grow.
Part of me is thrilled at the prospect of a little time to myself and part is sad about the passing of this stage in life. We're done producing little people, so no more long days at home filled with the hundred and one pieces of busyness that make up a day with an infant. How fast they grow.
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I'm excited for Griffin to start go back to preschool next week, but I miss the day long snuggles and constant neediness.
I'm thinking of putting no 3 into nursery one morning a week (they other two went at this age), but he's like my last baby and ... I want to keep him with me...
Maybe one little morning... more time for me... it won't kill him, right?
Glad to see you still wearing your crocs!
And yes, they really DO grow fast - not day to day, but the years as a whole seem to fly by.
Some days I think the busy-ness will never end, but it's amazing how quickly these kids are growing up. I'll be sad when they don't need me so much anymore.