My youngest baby started Pre-K today. He rode the bus to school with his big brother Liam. Liam doesn’t start school until tomorrow so I had to go pick Liam up, and I got to see Oliver get off the bus and go into the school. Oliver didn’t see me. He was very busy following the teacher’s directions. For four and a half years, Oliver has been my constant companion.
At nine-something this morning, Oliver will officially be four years old. I say nine-something because I can never remember the actual minute because I was unconscious at that particular moment in time. C-sections with general anesthesia are like that. He is a sweet one, Oliver. A good family friend likes to say Oliver is an absolutely perfect mix of his brothers Porter and Liam. Playful like Liam, quirky sense of
It’s been a rough few years, energy-wise, for me. I’m so sorry that has translated into boringness for the boys. Liam presented me with my Mother’s Day presents last night a little early and they were beautiful! However, in more than one portrait of me, he’d drawn me laying in the bed. I’m determined to break that image he has of me, lack-of-energy-be-d**ned. I’m kind of in a lack-of-energy-be-d**ned across
O and I go out every day to get the boys off the bus at 2:45. It’s earlier than the bus actually gets there, but it gives O some time to run around. He has a “hill,” a favorite spot in the yard. It’s actually part of a buried giant magnolia tree root, but he loves it something fierce. When the school year started and I realized that I would