CT's school mascot is an owl, so we made owl cupcakes in a pretzel nest for the class picnic. Hooooot.

after the rain....

Well, we made it through the last day of preschool. And although I cried behind my sunglasses, I never openly sobbed or wailed or threw myself onto the ground, so I guess that's good. The last few minutes of CT's day were really cute, he had very thoughtful teachers this year. They made a class book called 'When I Think of You...' and inside was each friend doing their favorite thing. For example, on one page it says "When I think of someone who likes to sharpen pencils..." and then you turn the page and it says "I think of Cole!" and has his picture. The teachers had one made for each student and it is a very sweet keepsake. I'll probably cry every time I read it.

In regards to the picture, it is corny and symbolic somehow I suppose but there really was that huge rainbow by our house this evening. I was excited about it so I sent it to 'Brant's Weather Photos' on the news, too. I hope they put it on.

Today Is The Day

Today is CT's last day of preschool. Well, until summer camp in one week but still. His last day of learning in an environment where play is priority and the natural world is the backdrop. His last day where it is okay for a little boy to play legos dressed as a beautiful bride. (He has never actually done this, but another little boy did and that was okay with everyone.) His last day where he is known and loved by all school staff, because there are only 80 kids in the school and they can do that. It feels like it's his last day to be little. His last day before being thrust into the world of public elementary school, where there will be 800 kids in the building and he could get lost going to the bathroom. Or locked in a locker. Or misunderstood. Or ignored. Or forgotten. Or given no time to be five, to play, to be *little* anymore.

Oh yeah, and here's a bunny update: they all got ripped apart by hawks.

*The picture is of a card I got at the arboretum for CT's teacher...I don't know who the artist is but if did I would give her/him credit here....*

:::sniff:::

My little baby leaving preschool after our 'Mother's Day Tea'. Two more days to go. Then comes the waterworks (mine) and saying goodbye. Then comes the severe depression and hopelessness (mine), having to face the harsh reality that my baby is all grown up. Then comes summer camp at school so for those 3 weeks, we'll be fine. Then we'll have to say goodbye again and get back on that rollercoaster. Driving out of that parking lot for the last time with him and hearing the gravel crunch beneath the tires... leaving the sweet smell of the woods... and the sound of those 100 year old oaks swishing their leaves as they bid him farewell...that moment is coming and it terrifies me. Xanax, anyone? Then Lil' A starts in the fall and we'll begin all over again...

I got to be the sub in Cole's class today. But he refused to call me Mrs..... Oh well, "Mom' sounds much nicer anyway.

20 knots....

After school today, my 4 year old CT asked me to tie his shoe. I noticed his teacher smirking knowingly as I bent down to fufill the request. That is when I noticed that his shoe was not in need of tying, as it already had 20 knots (yes, we counted...there were exactly 20). Later I asked him why he had 20 knots in his shoelace. Legitimate question, right? Allegedly he had asked a teacher to tie his shoe and no one heard him. So he decided to tie it himself. I would say he succeeded tremendously.