preschool #2

My baby.

Going to preschool.

Oh, my! How did this happen?

I know it seems that I wonder at their growing up too much.

But it has flown by. I feel I've missed moments.

But I've been here for them. And I thank the Lord for that.

So another milestone.

Breakfast to celebrate.

Piston cup eggs in toast.

A little burnt (but they didn't mind).

French toast made of the cutouts (yum!).

More pictures.

Memories captured forever.

Little Squirt wants to be a superhero when he grows up.

I think he's already pretty super!

Big brother thinks so, too... at least sometimes.

Daddy went to work, so Moose was my photographer for this son-mommy picture.

He's got a good eye for it.

Although, Squirt wasn't as tentative as he looks in this picture.

Oh Superman!

Can't go a day without being super.

He did not wear this at school,

but he did wear this to school.

How could a mother say no to that face??

Run, little boy, but not too fast.

Grow, little boy, but not too fast.

Learn, little boy, all you can.

Ready for school.

Big A asked, "how long until he runs up by himself." 

I said, "tomorrow" (but I walked him up to class the second day, too).

He's surely independent.

And in a room with a trampoline,

who doesn't feel at home?

The routine of hanging up his coat and backpack,

sitting for centers, sitting in general,

will take some getting used to.

But I have no doubt he'll excel.

He's a smart young man.

He's a kind young man.

He's still my baby.