Thursday, August 19, 2010

New Phase of Life

We took Madelyn to school a couple weeks ago. It was weird to drop her off at preschool because she seems so young to me. Yes, she is. However, I'm comparing her to my memory of William when I took him to school. I remember feeling like he was a 'big boy'. But, now with my second, she doesn't seem to be a 'big girl' like I remember thinking William was. Why is that? Was he really more mature? Was it because he was in big boy underwear and she refuses to stop pottying in her pull ups? Maybe because she's our last? I don't know. It just seems like their maturity at the same age is drastically different.
Anyway . . . I thoroughly made the most out of my 'last days' with William before the dreaded beginning of Kindergarten. Before I turn my first born over to another adult to invest in him more waking hours - than me. Ugh. I gave William some choices on what we could do while Madelyn was in school. His choice . . . the Aquarium.
The Aquarium holds sweet memories for me and William. The countless 'play dates' with his buddies, his excitement when he touches the stingrays, his third birthday party on the outdoor spray ground, his eyes lighting up when he'd spot a moray eel. Many memories from his toddler/preschool years. It seems like an appropriate spot to mark the end of one phase as we look forward to a new phase . . . Kindergarten.

Some funny stuff.
Madelyn, "That's okay mommy, I didn't need it anyway." In response to me throwing away her play-doh b/c she wouldn't keep it on the table. Most importantly, off the red carpet. She began to scream and cry when I took it, but after I tossed it in the trash she quickly changed her tune. Age 2.

Madelyn, "Mommy, I like hot sauce." In response to me threatening hot sauce if she didn't quit screaming at the dinner table. Age 2.

William, "PopPop you get the food. I'll get the table." At McDonald's when PopPop and William walked in one morning for breakfast. circa Age 3.

William, "You've got to be kidding me!" In response to someone when he thinks they are pulling his leg. Age 5.