Hi! I'm back! Truth is, I've missed blogging and have felt increasingly guilty at not documenting little June Bug's life (other than the Instagram pics of course) and all the funny little things Wyatt's saying and doing these days. But when you stop blogging for a long time, it's hard to go back. What to write? Do you try to catch up on um, 3 months worth of your life? Or just start off as if nothing happened?
These thoughts have kept me away (along with an on-and-off fussy-at-night infant and a few other projects) but I'm back and hope to be semi-regular. Again. Maybe not every day, but at least a few times a week, yeah? Okay.
I'm not going to attempt to catch up on 3 months worth, but I would like to highlight a few things, the important ones, like, say, your first child starting school for the first time.
The kid was super excited about preschool, with his birthday in November he missed the cut off and reeeeeeally wanted to go last year. So he was more than ready. We started off the day with a special 1st day of school breakfast.
I accidentally got him super excited about a new backpack and his preschool prefers all the kids have this tote (with their names ironed on...that I totally botched because I suck). I had to convince him to take the tote, but thankfully it hasn't been an issue since.
His preschool is in a cul de sac and they have this whole system down - we don't even get out of our cars to drop the kids off, they come around and get them out for us. At pickup they bring them to our cars and we pull forward and then get out to buckle them in. Kindof odd on the first day, but it's going to be fantastic come winter time.
On the first day Caleb drove with us and he and I watched as our little boy hopped out of the car and ran to get in line with the rest of the kids, without so much as a backward glance. He was so excited. It helped, I think there were only a few little misty eyes in our car....
He's made friends, two boys in particular, and has already become suddenly very particular about his hair....after a few weeks of him insisting his hair be in a "big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big mohawk", I discovered the reason. I picked him up one afternoon and saw him standing next to his friend who was sporting a big long one. And although he can't always tell me what his teacher talked to him about that day, he never forgets what they ate at snacktime.
He's loving it, we're loving it. School is awesome. Thus far.