My little butterfly took his wings and flew off to school this week.
There were no tears (from either of us). I had to chase after him for a goodbye kiss and, just like that, he became my even bigger boy. On both days, his teacher checked off the 'cheerful' box, which is a perfect word to describe him (most of the time). There's been some talk of moving him to the next class up. I have some apprehensions, but, for the most part, I'm ready to let him soar. I'm so very proud of him.
We've gone to the park every afternoon because, with weather this gorgeous, what else should one do?
Amelia thinks the big kids are so cool. If only she thought sleeping through the night was cool. Yeah, she doesn't do that anymore.
Yes, Becky. She's wearing the dress again. But it's my favorite, OK?
Rolling down the hill. Or something like that.