Saturday, September 05, 2009
Boy Terror goes to kindergarten
My baby boy started school this week. My baby. I'm finding this really hard to accept. At times, he seems so grown up, but other times? He says things that make me wonder if the world will ever be ready for him.
He's brilliant (in my opinion, anyway!) at math. He can add up to twenty in his head, and can add in multiples of ten. He can count by 2's, 3's, 4's, and 5's. He is an energy conservist like no one I've ever met. Every day, as he wanders through the house, he is on the lookout for lights left burning. After he turns them off, he will come into the room and demand to know "Who here was wasting energy?"
He is still my baby boy, though. He snuggles into my lap. He lets me smooch his totally adorable cheeks, and he tells me he loves me....in public. He believes in the tooth fairy, and ghosts. He is scared of the dark. I'm not at all ready to let him go, but he is more than ready to be off.
Posted by Mrs. Falkenberg at 10:45 AM