The above photo was taken of our youngest son a year ago, shortly before he turned one. (You can see the side-profile version here.) I cannot believe how much he's changed! This is the last month of his life that we'll ever count in months. He turns two in mid-June. Literally seems just like yesterday we were announcing his arrival...
This week is a big right of passage for me as a mommy. We selected the Pre-K program for our oldest son and we're going back to register him today. I can't believe it's already time to start thinking about things like backpacks and daily assignments.
We shocked ourselves by giving our 'first choice' the "don't call us, we'll call you - it's not us, it's you" breakup note after our first visit. No matter what they looked like on paper, when we actually got there, it just wasn't all that to us. I don't think they were used to rejection because they pseudo-stalked us via e-mail and phone for a few days to see if there was anything they could do to change our minds, and begged us to let them know our alternate selection and what they could do to improve their interview process. I shocked myself even more by falling in love with the program at the "faith-based" school. Not so much that it's at a religious institution, rather because it's at a religious institution that's a full-180 from the religion I was raised with... However, when visiting that didn't seem to matter. It just "fit". Friends kept telling me during the hunting-process that I would know when it was right. And they knew what they were talking about.
Crunch-time is on because he has to be fully potty-trained before classes start in mid-August. Right now, he could care less about losing the Pull-Ups. We were making pretty good strides with him right before we moved, but two weeks of extended-stay hotel living flushed that right down the toilet. (Bad pun intended.) He just doesn't have time to be bothered with that five-minute loss in his day right now. There are important Cars and Thomas trains to race after all. He knows what to tell me (and when to tell me). He just doesn't tell me. So I guess I'm off to read another thirty-two parenting books full of tips and reminders of what a failure I am...
At least we've finally got him to expand the number of foods he'll eat to more than just the chicken nuggets group and the pizza group on the toddler pyramid.
People keep asking if I'm ready for all the free time I'll have next fall. And although I'm sure it will be much easier to juggle one toddler vs. two for half-days (honestly, I don't remember what life was like with just one anymore) I think the thing I'm looking forward to most is the alone and bonding-time with the youngest. We've never had that. I had sixteen months with the oldest before his baby brother was born. But the youngest has only known my time as shared-time. I'm going to cherish that last year I have at home with him because every single day I get a bigger grasp on just how fast this roller coaster is racing down the track.
Haven't done links in awhile, so here are a few I've picked up during my online travels:
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