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| A wise little dude |
Isla is walking, like non-stop, all the time, really more like running... all.the.time.. She has a handful of words that she is regularly using. Important words like hi, mommy, daddy, archie, more, dog (which sounds more like daw) and horsey (which can only be said as hOR(first part in a super high pitch tone)seeeee)....
I have a (great) new but crazy busy job (hence lack of time to blog), people are binging on Netflix series (that would have been super helpful during my mat leaves, Netflix... thanks A LOT), Miley went from Hannah Montana to twerking... twerking became a word we use - and oh yeah, little dude Archer TOTALLY grew up. Tomorrow is his first day of kindergarten.
Coming from Manitoba, where junior kindergarten doesn't exist, I sort of wonder if this is like fake first day of school... and really, Archer has been in daycare since he was 18 months old. He has a routine, he has been learning stuff - you know, to take off the pressure of that whole "everything you learn, you learn in kindergarten"-thing....so it shouldn't be that much of a difference tomorrow, right?
So why am I having little heart palpitations? Why does this feel like such a moment to mark?
Is it the fact that he will be starting at a new school, surrounded by a bunch of bigger kids? Or the fact that we can't walk him in the school to help him get him settled like we did for daycare? Or the fact that there will be no nap mid-day?
OH MY GAWD THERE WILL BE NO NAP MID-DAY.... who thought *that was a good idea for 4 year-olds? Good luck with that new teachers.
Anyway, with a long weekend leading up to this momentous occasion, there's been extra time to reflect about how big my little dude has become and to think (and yeah, worry) about what lies ahead.
In the height of all the tired and the crazy of life with 2 little ones under 5, in the times when it seems like all I talk about is how little I sleep or how I have no time for myself, this time has gone by faster than I can ever have imagined. I am extra aware of that after this weekend. And even as I put Archer's little sister Isla to sleep tonight, in my arms, with a bottle - both of which I totally realize I need more than she does at this point - I am reminded of how lucky I am and how amazing this journey has and no doubt, will, continue to be....
I just wish now, it would start moving just a wee bit more slowly. :(
