We have 2 weeks left of "Cole & Mom" time. Then he's off to kindergarten this fall. How will I justify secret ice cream trips?
The training wheels are long gone. No more afternoon stroller naps.
I will miss our grubby fingered JJ's at the park.
No more lazy afternoon book-reading marathons in the backyard.
I was taking a short break from reading the 6th Bernstein Bear of the afternoon:
Me: You're cute.
Cole: Thank you.
Me: Was your mommy a bunny?
Cole: No! Arggh!
Me: Was your daddy a bunny?
Cole: Yes!! Now READ!
He hated his preschool graduation performance with every fiber of his being. All those people looking at him! Hear ye, baby! Hear ye. Regarding the Gummy Bear dance: "All of the friends were singing it loud and it was soo annoying. I just sat on my star [on the rug] and be'd annoyed."
I can still see my baby in there. He's not so far gone yet. Glad we can ease into this big-boy thing. I don't think my heart could take it otherwise.