First Day

Today was Owen's first day at Preschool. Well, technically it was an open house, an hour, and Mark and I were there the entire time... so maybe it doesnt really count as the first day, but I got to be there, watch my son dive head first into his classroom, and take a bunch of pictures.

It was so much fun.

I love this picture. I love my boys.

Owen, when you walked (I mean, RAN) into that classroom, you were ready for school. You jumped in without hesitation...going from activity to activity, laughing, talking, pretending, exploring... totally in your element. Your dad and I stood back with the other parents and watched you, so proud, so excited for this next step for you. You are social, excitable, and eager. You are ready for your own thing, a space and time that's all about you, your choices, being with friends, a time for independence.

Your teachers are some of the most caring, nurturing teachers I have every met. I love your school, the classroom is great, very homey, very spacious and full of activity in every corner.

Its crazy to be here, at this milestone with you. Owen, you have been my constant buddy for the past three and a half years. My everyday is planned around you, caring for you and feeding you, getting you outside, helping you learn, planning adventures, outings, and playdates for you... its crazy to entrust you to someone else's care, to spend three mornings a week without you by my side.

I love you little man. I love that you didnt want to leave school today. I love watching you grow. Im so proud of who you are.

Peyton at Boulder Creek

Scooter love.

Our neighborhood kids have a little scooter gang. Some are older, and some are just little guys, but they all love being outside together and scooting back and forth on our sidewalk. Owen rode beside the scooters on his little smart car, until this week, when he got his new razor scooter (with orange wheels). Even though he thinks the scooter is beyond awesome, my little man is not the kind to like to try new things, he hates not being good at something... so like any good parent would do (wink, wink), we hid his smart car for a day or two, hoping to push him to try the scooter. It took a day or two, and a teenage girl across the street on her scooter to encourage him...and now he loves it.

Owen and his next door buddy... he has formed some great new friends in our neighborhood, who he wants to play with at all waking hours. I love it.

This week marks the official end of summer and start of fall... we went from 95 degree days to 75 literally overnight, there is a chill in the air, and the sun looks different as it falls and casts its shadows. It really feels like change is in the air. This week my little man is off to school, he is so ready. I am ready too... ready for him to learn, make new friends, and hoping he will fall in love with school like I did. But the days of just us everyday are quickly coming to an end, and I cant help but feel a little sad. He is really growing up... fast.

Slow down, little man... easy on your mamas heart.

She is slow to change, and loves you at her side every minute.