One in August.
Did I mention that?
Not because he wasn’t ready. He was fine.
But we weren’t ready.
Now, we’re better.
Because on the days he’s there, we’re wrecks.
We both call each other all day to speculate on what he’s doing…is he playing, is he snacking, is he napping? (it’s pretty much only one of the three) Is he breaking anything? Or biting anyone? Is he making friends? Is he having fun?
Basically, we hope with all our hearts that he’s really loving it!
Because we really hope he loves school.
In fact, more than almost anything else that we hope for him,
we hope that he loves learning.
And we hope he lives a life where he never ever stops.
P.S. I figured we go ahead and go non-anon since the Padrino already outted us earlier this week.