How did that happen? They are going to be FOUR in a month! Y’all, I have been a wreck this week. My little triplet trio headed off to their first week at a brand new school, FIVE days a week, in uniforms, to start Pre-K 3. Nearly my undoing.
Are any of you other mommas of littles just about to die? Or quickly disappearing littles… I am really struggling because while I know our husbands love them as they get older, I am a baby momma (in totally the other sense of the word). I love me some babies. And oh, I am missing me some babies. This is where we were three years ago at this time:
Sigh. Cry. Hate watching these babies disappear. The eldest says “Monsters Offer-versity” instead of “Monsters University” – when does the precious and endearing quirky language of toddlerness disappear entirely? I don’t know that I can stand it.
But as they grow, I do LOVE listening to them talk. Hearing these conversations from my little people. Here are the highlights from this week’s conversations from the first week of school (luckily I got to pick them up after the first day, was definitely the most target rich material):
The youngest: Mommy, I LOVVVVVVVVVVVE school. I’m going to go a hundred thousand days. And I’m in love with two girls. (Me – what are their names? Him – I don’t know!)
The little lady (when asked how her day was): I loved it a little.
The eldest (when asked how his day was): I didn’t love it at all. (He was also the one beside himself and crying as we left Monday. Heart. Strings.)
The little lady: I made a friend on the playground today, mommy! She’s not in my class though. Her name is Bella. (Her name is not Bella. For some reason, all dolls or girls name are all now Bella with a periodic deviation to Stella…)
The baby, with contribution from the eldest: There were mean boys on the playground. They tried to fight me around the moat. They were teddy bears. (Each class has a name, ours is scottie dogs. Still I couldn’t help but grin that the boys in the teddy bear class were the playground bullies.)
The eldest: I don’t LIKE these clothes. I want to wear camo shorts!! (I responded – you can only wear uniforms to this school.) But I only wear camo or blue.
The little lady: I want to wear a princess dress. I want to wear pink. (Essentially, I want to wear anything but this drab uniform that stifles my style.)
What grade is your kiddo starting this year? How are you holding up? What’s your favorite line or story thus far?
I have a Senior and an 8th grader this year. Cannot believe it. Senior pictures next week and the beginning of the end to a lot of things for this boy. So proud and so scared all in the same breath. Grateful God loves them more than I do and that He is with them every step of the way. 8th grade is the end of middle school and the precursor to High School. My baby in high School will be tough. But I look forward to a year of making memories an enjoying precious moments. Teenage style!
Page I almost pass out thinking about my wee once being so grown! Proud and scared. Yep, I bet that sums it up. Praying for you too that this is such a precious year with your growing boys!
My oldest starts 1st grade on Monday. 1st grade – seriously?!!!! Wasn’t it just YESTERDAY I brought him home from the hospital? Luckily I have the two littles who are 4 years away from 1st grade, but when that day comes, there will not be enough valium in the world! In fact, them starting Pre-K at our local Elementary School in 2 years time will probably be my complete undoing. Like you, I LOVE me some babies and mine are almost gone too. Luckily the baby of my family, Jake, still does the “Mommy, hold you” thing 10 times a day so I just never say no to that so he stays the baby for just a little while longer. 😉
Oh Linda, I know! At least you have it staggered! I’m losing all mine at once. They all wanted me to carry them out of their beds this morning. I am praying that holds on for years until my back breaks, I love that. And all that cuddle kissy time in the morning – sigh.