It's odd: this blog was born a couple of days before I became a mom. I think I was trying to process my new identity... first a mom of an infant, then a toddler, then a mother of two little ones. Always little ones. I kept Goldfish in my purse; I could fold and load a double stroller in record time. Eventually, I stopped writing my own mother's name on the forms asking for "Mother's Name". Once I hit my stride, I milked their young childhoods as long as possible. We kept Buzzy in a private Kindergarten associated with her preschool, so I didn't even have to send her off on a bus last fall. But the gig's up. She's off to first grade in September, and even Rosie is finally out of diapers and headed to pre-K (unless she ends up in juvie first--a distinct possibility and one she might even prefer).
Parenting a four- and a six- year old is right up my ally. I can usually hold someone's hand. We can read picture books. But I've stopped carrying Goldfish in my bag and they can get the food from their plates into their own mouths, usually. I can leave them in the shower for
Just remind me I said that in August.