Where has the year gone? And by year, I mean "school" year. Seriously, what happened? It seems like a week ago that I was having to physically peel Divo off of me at K drop-off, and now he's tossing his backpack over the fence and skipping in to his class without a care in the dang world. Whuck. Happened? And tomorrow is the big end-of-year field trip. Which I volunteered for. Again. I must be out of my mind. And, I was informed this morning, that Divo knows all about school busses, and he will be riding it all by himself this time, because he's not a baby anymore and he will just see me when we get to Storyland. Keep in mind, that was about 30 minutes before I got an e-mail from his teacher to tell me he dropped the F-bomb in class, and that parents would be drawing numbers for the "privilege" of riding on the bus tomorrow. Um, can I just opt out of that insanity? I'll meet you there after a nice drive with Pink & OneRepublic, maybe some Beyonce.
On the other hand, there's Whiney, who has regressed over the last few weeks. 60 bajillionzillion hugs after we walk in the door I might be allowed to leave the sitters' house. After one more kiss and yet another confirmation of pick-up time. He can't tell time yet, but it is deathly important to know at exactly what minute mommy is coming to pick them up. Because I might leave them there or something. As if. Not sure where this new clinginess is coming from - maybe it's the mention of going to "real" pre-school next year. He's not big on change, my Divo.
And then there's Thing. Oh how Thing has changed. He's still my adorable, semi-cuddly hot mess of trouble, but he's talking now, and adamantly making his wishes known. Like that the dog MUST be let back in as soon as he wakes, nevermind that she is going to be put out again in 13 minutes when we leave. And how some days he wants his Spidey shoes (even though they are a bit small now) and others the sandals or his "boo-shew", aka navy blue & green Stride-Rite hand-me-down sneakers. He's also decided that he should pick out his clothes. I sort of let him. I'll offer two shirts and let him choose, because it's never too soon to develop that fashion sense. I've done the same with the other two, and, while Divo is pretty well coordinated when it comes to clothes, Whiney still wants to wear 3 shirts, and underwear on top of his pants. Whatev.
What the shnell am I going to do with these kids over the summer? Well, not ME per se; my poor abused sitter. I shall call her Angel, for that is what she is. I've gotten all 3 library cards, but dragging 5, sometimes 6 children under the age of 8 to the library could be a daunting task. Maybe I'll just pick up a boatload of craft supplies and sidewalk chalk, water shoes and sunscreen. We have a pool. They have a pool. Kids + water = summertime fun. Oh, and lots of popsicles too.