Today was Simon’s last day of (this year of) preschool. I wanted to get a picture of Simon holding a picture of himself on the first day of school (spotted the idea somewhere on Pinterest). I didn’t plan ahead enough to get an actual picture printed, but I did have an idea in case I (and by “I” I mean Jason in this instance) ever do fire up Photoshop to fake it. In the meantime, imagine with me that the first day picture is in the frame Simon is holding in today’s picture.

As I predicted, preschool was a really good thing for our family. Throughout the year, we had some rough drop offs with the clinging and the crying and the just-one-more-hugs and, oh.my.goodness. the clinging, but Simon came home happy every day, without exception. I only got to hear about school in teeny details—a song he sang to his sibs here and a tree he could identify as a conifer there—but from what I could piece together, he really, really liked it. And I deeply enjoyed my time with Ian and later Clara too.

I still do wonder what Simon is like when he’s not around me. It warms my heart to hear other kids call out his name to greet him or say good-bye. He simply says, “That’s my buddy so-and-so.” I ask him sometimes who got in trouble that day, and once he answered, “No one had a time out today. Not even me.” Hmmm. I talked to one of his teachers today, thanking her for a great year, and she said, “Simon was always a delight. He always brought something [then she made a gesture around her head that I took to mean “imagination-wise”]. He always brought content, information.” It seemed like a positive thing, and knowing Simon as I do, I think I kind of just intuitively got what she meant. It was an interesting thing to articulate, though.

We made some Garden Hand Scrub for his teachers (about two parts sugar to one part dishwashing soap, stir it up in a jelly jar).  The notes, dictated by Simon, said, “Dear Janet, Thank you for being my teacher, and thank you for reading the story every day I comed to preschool” and “Dear Lorie, Thank you for being my teacher and thank you for being the caboose on the hike.” And to both: “I want the teachers to have a day without anyone complaining or crying.” Just a tip there, Simon, Mommy would like a day like that too.

I can definitely see a difference between the first and last day of school pictures—and, more than that, I can see differences in my growing-up-but-still-four kid.  Yes, he is wearing the same outfit—not on purpose, but it works for me. These now and then pictures, though (both taken at the Nature Center), kill me dead.

And a bonus pic of the nephew:

Joining SouleMama this week in remembering a special moment.

At four months, Clara is the smiliest baby you ever did meet (ahem, even though she’s not smiling here). And, more than that, her smile is mesmerizing—if you catch her smiling at you, you’ll lose your train of thought and your knees will go all weak and you’ll just beg the whole world to stop so you can take a moment to catch your breath and soak in her cuteness. Or maybe that’s just me. She rolls from her back to her tummy, but so far not the other way. She sleeps on her tummy (ALL night! A child who sleeps all night? What is this wonderful creature?). She has so much to say. So much. All the time. She sucks her thumb—both of them, actually, if she can manage it. She is incredibly patient with two rambunctious big brothers who are always in her space. How we love our laid back, sweet-natured little girl.

I’m an aunt! My sweet, squishable, wrinkly, adorable nephew Colton was born Wednesday night, just before midnight. A zillion more pictures coming soon.

Me: I’m thinking of something green.
Simon: A tree!
Me: That’s right! Your turn.

Simon: I’m thinking of something yellow.
Me: Is it something you drive?
Simon: No.
Me: Is it something you play with?
Simon: No.
[Several more questions, all answered with “no.”]
Simon: It’s corn!

Me: Okay, Ian, it’s your turn buddy.
Ian: My turn! I’m thinking ‘bout ants. . . .

Me: Okay. I’m thinking of something red.
Simon: That’s my favorite color!
Me: I know, buddy.
Simon: Is it my lawnmower?
Me: Nope.
Simon: My lawnmower is red.
Me: Yep, but that’s not what I’m thinking of.
[Several more rounds until he guesses correctly.]

Simon: I’m thinking of something brown and bushy. . . .

Ian: My turn! I’m thinking ‘bout my faaavorite color. Broooowwwn.
Simon: I’m thinking of something brown.
Me: [After narrowing it down.] Is it a train?
Simon: It’s not the train, but it’s close. It’s what the train runs on [without waiting for me to guess]: the tracks!

Ian: My turn! I’m thinking ‘bout brown. My faaavorite color.  I’m thinking ‘bout brown trains.

A series of portraits of the kids.