First and lasts

My kids are growing up. Sometimes I'm thrilled and other times I want to crawl into bed and get into the fetal position and forget that we are all getting older and that I'm 4 years from Jackson graduating. sniff sniff

First.

Jackson had his Progression to High School Ceremony Monday. I only cried like 3 times...ok...so more like 4 or 5 but I didn't cry through the whole thing.

Wasn't it yesterday that Jackson was itty bitty baby in my belly?
(me holding my niece Ashlie. I think I was 29 weeks here)

To an itty bitty baby out of my belly
(no judging, I just gave birth 10 days before and it was before I realized that I didn't need prescription lenses for my cheeks)

and now...

he's now several inches taller than me with a deep voice except when he laughs then it's a super high pitched.

I wasn't really prepared for this.

Last.
Bub graduated from Kindergarten on Tuesday. It was only a month ago, when he finally fessed up that he likes Kindergarten...just in time to become a 1st grader. Now he's telling me that I can't make him go to 1st grade.

Growing up is hard. I relate.

Bub with Mrs. Dallas. She's a rock star. I feel bad for all the other teachers that have to come after Mrs. Dallas because it's hard to compete with the best Kindy teacher on the planet...no really. I'm kinda sad that I won't have any more kids in her class.

Class of 2023


My little man.

At the graduation, the teachers called each childs name and said what they wanted to be. Bub said he wanted to be a Janitor.... I have know idea where he came up with that since he cries every.single.time.he.has.to.pick.up.toys.

I have to mention my top 3 favorite desired professions that were mentioned.
1. Princess Ninja
2. Pokemon
3. Black and White Ninja

Really, how can you compete with Princess Ninja? You get to be beautiful and kick butt. What else would you need?


::sigh::


Anybody want to give me a baby?