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52 Weeks of Brotherhood, Weeks 33 and 34

One week, they’re lost in the land of swords and long shadows and hide and seek between the trees and dog chasing and what summer should be when you’re five- and seven-years-old.

52 Weeks of Brotherhood, Week 33

And then, with an open house or two, a goodnight and a wake up, it’s back to the grind.

B52 Weeks of Brotherhood, Week 33

The ease of the transition from one photo to the other came as a shock to me. Or, rather, the ease with which they accepted the transition of summer fun and less restrictive rules and later bedtimes and easy living to school year rigidity and early bed times and up early and rush rush rush surprised me. The difficulty with which I have slammed into this transition comes as no surprise, however; I miss the messy, lazy, noisy, unrushed scheduled-but-not-scheduled days of our summers. I have managed to stop crying every time they leave me behind, but if you follow me on Instagram, you know my heart still breaks every time they step on the bus and leave me behind.

Do I have to sit with my brother on the bus for the rest of my life?

The question came over dinner between questions about the concept of infinity and a fart joke. I wanted to reply, “Yes! Yes! Yes, you have to sit with your brother on the bus for the rest of your life. Two are stronger than one! Power and safety in numbers and all that jazz!” We’ve asked that the two of them sit together as LittleBrother learns the ins and outs of being a Kindergartener. Apparently, thanks to Origami Yoda and the other creations my two have taken on the bus this year, my youngest son already befriended a third grader. I know I don’t need to worry about them as they learn these new ropes. But I’m me; I worry.

“No, not forever. Just while you’re getting used to everything.”

I’m already used to everything.

I know. I’m not. They are. They’re good for each other, these brothers.


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Kindergarten? Ain’t No Thang! (For Him)

Dear LittleBrother,


First Day of Kindergarten


First Day of Kindergarten

Whatever. Not true. You were just born. Like yesterday. Like five minutes ago.

Okay, maybe not.

Today you headed off to Kindergarten, ready to face the new — the new school, the new teachers, the new friends, the new playground, the new routines, the new of it all. To say that you were excited is an understatement. To say that you were miffed yesterday when your brother headed off to second grade while you had to stay home due to the Kindergarten staggered start is also an understatement. I love that you already love school.

Kindergarten Backpack

I love you.

I know you’ve heard me talk about how I’m sad that you’re heading off for Kindergarten. I want you to know that my sadness has nothing to do about your readiness.

TMNT, of Course!


Don't Forget to Take One with Callie, Mom!

You got this.

Ain’t no thang.

You’re going to rock Kindergarten so hard. So hard! And I am so excited that I get to stand beside you as you do. Just give me an extra hug and maybe pass me a tissue.

At His Desk

Or two.

Mommy (and Daddy)