Wednesday, March 25, 2015

See ya, Mommy!

Gosh, this kid just keeps getting bigger and bigger. Stop time!

I just had another moment in time that I want to freeze and remember forever. The hubs was out of town for work again today, so I had both drop-off and pick-up duties at daycare. Usually at drop off, I take T through the screen door of the little converted house where is Montessori school is located and into a classroom through a second door. I don’t stay too long, but I stay long enough to make sure he’s settled.

Yesterday, I got as far as the door into the classroom when he turned and gave me a hug and ran inside. Today, as we were walking in through the screen door, T turned to me, gave me a hug, and said, “Mommy, I want you to drop me off right here today.” I clarified – I mean, he tends to err on the side of clingy. Both my kids do. I said, “Are you sure? You don’t want me to walk you to the classroom door?” And he said, “No, this is fine right here. Bye mommy!"

And off he went. He walked up to the classroom door, swung it open, and announced, “Good morning everyone!”

And never looked back. I admit I was a proud momma, but I was also a bit of a sad momma.

How did my little toddler grow up all of the sudden into a little boy? I felt like I needed to channel “Small Wonder” (ok, you know what I’m talking about – the 1980s little girl-robot?!) and take a picture of that moment with my eyes. 


Sunday, March 15, 2015

A snapshot in time

I just want to remember this day, so it's worth trying to  get get back on the blog bandwagon so I can remember long enough to hopefully jot it down in one of the baby books one of these days.

It's starting to feel like spring here, so its just plain nice to be outside. The fam went for a bike ride down to the parking lot, so T could ride around in circles and P could simply get her outdoor fix. T and I (and P in the push-a-car) were racing back and forth, and he's still figuring out how to brake. It's a work in progress. So he didn't quite brake so well. And he tipped over. In slow-motion, so he was fine--and I wasn't worried about him, but P on the other hand....She watched her brother tip over and got so upset that her big bro could have gotten hurt. I swear, I had to comfort P more than T for T's accident. And it's totally cheesy, but I just wanted to take a snapshot of that memory (which, with T on the ground under his bike and P crying at the site seemed mean so I didn't) to remember the utter sweetness of the moment. T wanted to know why P was crying because she wasn't hurt - and we just had to say "because she's just worried about you, T." I hope that they always are this protective about each other.

The second moment of the day was just a classic "what 4 year olds say" moment. At dinner tonight, the hubs was busy telling T how good at everything. Everything. Except golf. T comes over to me and in a stage whisper and says, "I think daddy is kidding." Why yes, T, I believe you are correct. Classic.