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It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year...

Do you remember that old Staples commercial where the Dad is joyously running down the aisle throwing school supplies into a cart and the kids are moping behind?  I wasn't a parent when it came out so I didn't really appreciate it then - but man - do I get it now!


The sheer joy in this dudes eyes says it all - NOTHING - I mean NOTHING - is better than back to school.

After my summer as SAHM I wholeheartedly agree.  Hayden started 3rd grade on Monday - and while the number itself amazed me (3rd grade?  How is that even possible - he's only like 3 years old) I was more than ready to send him back into the loving arms of our public school system.  That big yellow bus just pulled right up at the corner and whisked him away - it was truly a beautiful sight - I might have shed a tear of joy.  Hayden, on the other hand, wasn't quite as thrilled.

Just brimming with excitement!
Harlyn started her first day of preschool today.  I've stalked this little school in our neighborhood since Hayden was a toddler - but because of circumstance it was never the right fit or the right time.  Finally - its worked out!  She'll get to go 4 days a week until 1pm - and we get to walk there every morning!  This morning - of course - we were running late.  So - here I am - literally running with my 30 pound darling in the stroller - thinking we can't be late on the first day!  Despite my heaving, hoeing and general mad dashery - we still arrived 5 minutes after the bell.  She looked adorable - I looked like I'd just done twenty with the treadmill on ten - but we got there.

Scared but still cute!
There were tears but I think she is so ready for this change!  My baby girl is growing up and so is my not so little guy.  Hard to believe but true - somehow they turn from babies to kiddos in the blink of an eye.  I love watching them grow - but it's bittersweet.  It makes me realize each day that passes brings them closer to independence - it's humbling, amazing and just a bit of heartache mixed with unbelievable pride.  I made these little people!  No matter what I accomplish - or have accomplished - in my life - nothing will ever be more important or powerful than them.  Really, what more could I ask for?

Positively,

Kim

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