This was the scene this morning. My baby all ready for preschool. We had lots of conversations about how big he is getting to go to school like the big kids. We have been to visit his teacher a few weeks ago. The school is in her basement. When we pulled up in front of her house I said, "Okay Josh, let's go meet your teacher!" Josh's response was "That not a school. That a house." Good point. Regardless he went off happily into the world to make new friends and learn new stuff. Sniff. Sniff. William called this morning to see if I was sad, and how Josh did. I told him I was a little sad but the fact that I had been able to clean the patio and the pantry without interruption was really making me feel better.
It also made me feel better when I went in to check on him during his nap and saw this. He is still little right? Oh, and we are working on the binkie issue. One grown up achievement at a time.