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?