1-2-3!

This morning was a 1-2-3 morning at our house. One as in the first day of Kindergarten. Dylan was excited and literally bouncing off the furniture and walls. I was fighting back tears and Owen was fighting back overly excited cheers. Dylan has gone to school before but there is something symbolic with Kindergarten. Dylan is now a "grade schooler" and has entered into a new phase of his life. Owen didn't get why this was so sad for me or all of the other women I've been talking with lately. I'm actually on my way out to take flowers to other grieving mothers who's first child's first day of school is also today. Women know! It's a big deal when your first little one moves from your lap to the classroom.

Today is two because Dylan lost his second tooth while eating breakfast. (I've read that children lose their teeth in the same order and manner that they grew them. If this is the case then Dylan might be eating really soft food for a while; as a baby he cut his first four teeth all within two weeks! Time will tell.) Luckily this time Dylan didn't swallow the tooth, but he was thoroughly disgusted and lost his appetite. Poor lamb.

It's a three day because it's the third time that I've taken Dylan to his first day of school. This is a task that never gets easier. Pictures, admonitions, hugs and tears. I guess it's all par for the course. It is also a three day because our three pets are driving me bonkers! Kiwikeahi (that's kitty's name) and Chimi play like they're fueled on crack! The moment it seems that they might settle down, Eddy eggs them on again. It's cute for the first few minutes but then it just gets on the nerves. I hope all of you who had a first day of school are surviving!