Last Thursday, I jetted up to Albany to snuggle Scarlet Lily's baby E and C. Shrimp and Grits was made and eaten. Mac and cheese was made and eaten. Molly's cake was made and eaten. Wine was consumed. Stories were told. Belly laughs were laughed. And I invented a new color.
Before I left on my trip, it was made very obvious that T was about to start walking, and he waited for me to get home on Sunday to start because he loves his Mama, and if he hadn't waited for me then there might not have been adequate snuggles if he fell. It's solid logic. Sunday afternoon, he started taking a couple of steps at a time. Very tentatively, but they were deliberate and they moved him from Point A to Point B. Each day there have been a few more steps added before the inevitable flop onto his bottom. Last night at the tennis courts, he figured out how to stand up without pulling himself up on something stable. He'll be totally over crawling in a matter of days. It's magical to watch, but also a little scary in that "wobbly toddler" way.
Then there's kindergarten...
...Sidenote: I just got up to check the bread that's baking.
Do not poke at a loaf of bread from a 400 degree oven.
Also, I have no fingerprints anymore.
Anyone who's up for a bit of illicit activity should send me an email.
...back to kindergarten. Registration is just as convoluted as one might expect from a public school system. Don't get me wrong, I have a deep, true love for public education, but when you're publishing a list of required documents for registration, please don't ask me for another document when I get there. If you want me to bring in a utility bill to prove my place of residence, add it to the list of stuff you want me to bring. Hauling a wiggling toddler in and out of an elementary school is not as easy and graceful as I made it look whilst trying to break into said school because I did not see the sign saying you have to be buzzed in and thus yanked on all the doors like I was trying to escape the boogey man for several minutes. In front of a classroom's worth of kids.
So, that emotional milestone is not yet met. But we're getting there.
Then, to just pile it on with reckless abandon, S approached me with not one, but two, loose teeth this morning.
It's like these two children are conspiring to see if they can break me with all the milestones at one time. And you know what? They can. I can't win this fight. I'm a broken woman.
And I love every second of it. The seconds just go a little too fast sometimes.