Oh gosh, when do I have time to blog?
It's after 11pm here in the eastern side of the United States. My two kids are tucked into bed and my sick husband is as well. It seems he has caught a cold and after feeling miserable all day the poor guy took some night-time medicine and couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. So here I sit, wide awake, trying to come up with something interesting to write about.
Well, we are now in a new season. Fall. I love fall. As much as I enjoy the hotter temperatures I'm glad to see the cooler weather make it's appearance. I love how the leaves change colors. I love pumpkin picking with the family and everything pumpkin flavored (especially Pumpkin Spice cappuccino). I love the option of wearing jeans and a t-shirt or jeans and a sweatshirt. It truly is a magnificent season with so much to look forward to like the holiday season that's fast approaching. It won't be long before we'll be storing my autumn decorations back into the attic and sorting through all of the Christmas stuff. For now, I will enjoy the fall.
With this season came a big change for us. Our oldest son, four year old Matthew, started preschool. He only attends a total of 7.5 hours per week but it's enough to teach him so much. At home I've worked with him on learning the alphabet, how to recognize the letters, write the letters, counting numbers, recognizing numbers and writing numbers. He has done well with me but is doing outstanding with the teachers at school. My husband and I are both so glad we decided to put him in preschool. Since starting school he has learned the days of the week and the months of the year. Yes, I somehow overlooked that one here at home. He already knew his colors and shapes; learned that before the age of two. Now his interest is in rhyming words. He will often ask me things like, "Mommy, does 'Bake' and 'Cake' sound alike?"
The first day of school was a bit of a challenge for me. I know it seems silly because he's only in preschool. I can't imagine what my reaction will be next year when I send him on the bus for his first day of kindergarten. Ugh. Anyway, from the moment he put his Super Mario Brothers backpack on for the first time it was as if he instantly grew. No longer a baby. No longer a toddler. A preschooler. Where did the last four, almost five, years go? It's bittersweet. Throughout my entire life I've always heard adults mutter the words "They grow up fast." Now I know exactly what that means and I keep reminding myself of that. It won't be long before high school graduation, or possibly sending them off to college. It won't be long before I'm watching them stand before their future spouse saying wedding vows or holding my grandchild for the first time. So for now I'm going to enjoy this season. It's not going to last forever.
