Preschool

Noah and his two BFFs, Michael and Mason, start preschool together in September!

Two years old seems a little young still for preschool but the place they are signed up for is centered mostly on play. It will be twice a week and I predict so much fun for the three boys. In anticipation my sister bought Noah and Mason their very own backpacks.

True the backpacks are the size of the boys. But my motto is, its never too early to start lugging your own crap around! And its become a necessity since recently Noah can't leave the house without bringing all the vital necessities with him...a toothbrush, some pacifiers, crayons, 10 trains, and whatever random toy we encounter in route to the car. So now I just toss it all in the backpack and away we go. 

My parents have been taking Noah every Tuesday to Toddler Gym and then bringing him back to their house for lunch. And while this gives me a much needed break and is the only time I get any housework done, the house is too quiet. I miss him. It's only about 3 hours that he is gone. But he is the one I spend all day every day with, and the only one of the two that I can have conversations with. Not riveting conversations, usually just about the pros and cons of watching the Cars movie 5 days in a row or why lollipops aren't one of his breakfast choices that morning. But still - its someone to talk to. I know it will be the best thing for both of us, but its just another reminder that he is growing up. 

And the more he does, the more we all realize he is definitely his mother's son. Case in point, no holding his hand when you are out in public. When my mom first dropped me off for my first day at school I asked her if she could stay in the car. After she got over the shock of my sassiness, she informed me that she needed to go in and meet my teacher. I finally negotiated to her coming to meet the teacher but then leaving immediately after. I know I hurt her feelings and I think my karma will be coming around when I drop Noah off on his first day. Which is why I am glad that the three boys are going together. Stepping over the threshold of independence and coolness together. As we three moms stand at the window waving, our journey of uncoolness only beginning.