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Goodbye, Preschool

Preschool is over.

Last Day of Preschool

Not just for the year.

Last Day of Preschool

Forever.

Last Day of Preschool

Last month, we wrote our last tuition check until college. Today we said goodbye to teachers who have been a part of our family since 2008. In the drop off line this morning, LittleBrother asked me, “Do you think Kindergarten will be fun?” I assured him that it would be, even though mentioning the word Kindergarten made my stomach do flips and flops.

Funny Face Time on Last Day of Preschool

I am not feeling ready for this, but he is. He’s angry that he has to wait all summer to go to school. He’d happily go tomorrow. He’s so ready, whether I am or not. I will struggle all summer with the letting go, and he will continue to grow and change and become the next version of who he is, who he will be. I will look at old pictures and ask, “Where did my baby go?” I will compare the then to the now.

Like this:

First Day in September 2010 || Last Day in May 2013
First Day in September 2010 || Last Day in May 2013

He will laugh his laugh, tell me that he loves me. He will read me a book, and ask for me to read to him. We will have a summer together as a family… before everything changes. Again. Always with that change, I tell you.

Last Day of Preschool, Holding First Day Photo
Looking back at the first day of this year.

This year in preschool he grew — physically and educationally. He got that reading thing down to the surprise of teachers and parents alike. He became more of himself this year, which includes lots of joking and tricking and generally being Booey. I have plans to keep the learning going this summer, but I have a feeling that, like most days, he’ll be teaching me a thing or two.

Last Day of Preschool Holding First Day Photo

Congratulations, Booey. I’m looking forward to spending the summer with you… and seeing who you become next year.

Last Day of Preschool Holding First Day Photo

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FireDept Stories

OMG, It’s a FIRE TRUCK!

I’m pretty sure my boys feel like the author of our favorite piece about a fire truck every time they visit the fire department. “Oh, great God in heaven, fire truck!” I kind of feel that way too, if I’m honest; I know my husband does as well.

We’re at the fire department about once a week, stopping by for a quick kiss, to drop something off or to let the boys run off some evening energy when it’s rainy or snowy. We tend not to descend on the fire house during business hours, instead opting to help wash trucks at six o’clock or hang out a bit after dinner. Needless to say, a field trip to the fire station with the Pre-K class shouldn’t be anything all that important.

Fire Department Field Trip

But it is.

Both my husband and I got to tag along with LittleBrother’s class last week. While my favorite firefighter gave the presentation for BigBrother’s class, we stood and watched another firefighter teach our youngest son’s class about fire safety, what to do if there’s a fire, and all about the fire station. It was different, as a spectator. I had a moment of heart-melting though in the bunk room, when LittleBrother walked over to his dad’s bunk and said, “This is my daddy’s bed.” His arm out to the side like some game show presenter, the smile on his face evident of his big and thorough pride.

The presentation and other kids aren’t what make this field trip to the fire department so special though. What makes it special?

The hose.

Until this point, and the same for his older brother at that age, LittleBrother has never had the honor of squirting the fire hose. He’s washed trucks, played on them, ridden on them in parades. He’s eaten dinner and birthday cake in the kitchen. He’s watched TV in the living room, bothered other firefighters in the office. He’s made the bell ring, even though we’ve told him not to do so. So the whole hose thing, being saved for the fire department? Well, it’s a big thing.

Fire Department Field Trip

And so worth the wait.

Fire Department Field Trip