My baby's all grown up. It seems like just yesterday I was giving birth to him and in the blink of the eye he has grown into such a mature young man.
Okay, maybe I'm being a bit dramatic. But today was Logan's first day of nursery school.
I guess I should qualify a couple of things:
He's not really our baby in the sense that he is the much younger child in a long line of kids. In reality he's our second and he's only 15 months younger than Jack. In many ways we treat the boys as though they are the same age.
And it wasn't as though I just dropped him off at school and left. At his and Jack's co-op school, parents usually attend for the first two weeks. Because Logan is already very familiar with the school from having attended on my work-days there, I'll probably only stay with him for a week.
Logan hates having his picture taken by the Mamarazzi. This is him on the way to school this morning:
And Scott wanted a photo of him returning home his first day (as we did when Jack started) but when I bring him home he's always asleep. So I tried to get his photo as he left school.
Shoot! That's the wrong son! Let's try again:
Can you see that big grin as he runs away from me and straight for the playground?
And to top off an already pretty good day, today was my first diaperbag-free day. That's right folks...for the first time in nearly 4 years I went out with a purse! I have no need for a diaperbag since none of my babies wear diapers anymore. Hurray!
I should qualify though that I did have to carry two other bags containing: 3 lunches, 3 sweatshirts, 276 changes of clothes for Logan, 4 pounds of playdough (that I made for the school), 1 large Sigg bottle, a SLR camera and a heavy book.
I'm not sure anyone could tell I was carrying a purse underneath all that other stuff but I knew it. Hurray!