First Day of Preschool

Well, I made it through the day. It was certainly not easy to leave my little boy at the school, but he wasn't upset at all, and he is really enjoying it.


I think it is the control freak in me, but I feel like I am just kind of wandering around lost without him here during the day. I can't stand not knowing absolutely everything about his day. When I ask him about school, I sometimes end up more perplexed. He is four with a very active imagination, and I honestly can't tell fact from fiction sometimes!

He is obviously surviving and happy, so I guess that means that I am the one with the problem (Why is that always the case?) Carsyn is a little lost too, and every time we walk Gatlin up the road to get on the bus, she cries because she wants to go too. And have I mentioned how much this has messed up my daily routine?


On another note:

Time is going to have to be a fluid thing on this blog. I still have tons to share from the last two months, but I don't have time to get to my own personal pictures right now. So just a warning, we shall be jumping around a lot here!

Summer Joys

June was actually a tough month. It is the month we lost Aunt Jo and Aunt Karla became terminally ill. We lost her the first week in July. So I want to concentrate on the joys this life brings, since sometimes it is the only way I can wrap my head around losing such wonderful people. We all know, no one can show you the joys of life like toddlers! (By the way if you want to see another cute toddler, Miss Caydence, her and her family pictures are on my other blog):
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Here's Gatlin on Turbo. No time for a saddle -- just hop on bareback.



My two have a blast with the water hose. Sharing is the hard part!

Carsyn getting down! I am sure she is dancing to "Come On Eileen" since I'm starting my kids on 80's music early.



Now a little randomness:

I just thought this picture exemplifies New Mexico weather. We had just gotten through a downpour in Rio Rancho, but it was nice and sunny over the Sandias.
And I just like this one -- plus the blooms are already gone.

Motherhood has always been full of contradictions for me:

--When they're babies, you can't wait till they walk and talk

--When they're walking and talking, you wish they were back to being a baby

--You can't wait for them to sleep all night in their own beds -- now I find myself looking over them sleeping at night thinking, "If I woke them up, would they fall back asleep on me on the

couch?" (I haven't actually woke one up . . . yet)

Gatlin is supposed to be starting preschool in a little less than a month. Last year when I signed him up, I was ready. When I sometimes crave the peace and quiet that comes when he is away, I am ready . . . now I am not ready. I am already fighting back the tears of sending my baby off to school (peace and quiet are over-rated afterall). I need to remember to enjoy these next few weeks, cause like it or not . . . the times they are a-changing.