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That or I better get preggers pretty quickly.  I’ve got no kids in diapers.  I guess I trudged my way right through that part.

School is out and my house can feel it.  The boys spent the day building forts and dumping out every container of toys they could get their grubby little hands on.  They played great together all morning and I kept thinking how lucky they are to have each other and patting myself on the back for being such a fabulous parent that has such fabulous kids that play so fabulously together.  In other words, I jinxed it.

Fighting ensued.  A-Boy wouldn’t let Mini-Man play with something.  Mini-Man kept trying to sit on A-Boy.  A-Boy shoved.  Mini-Man pushed.  There was tattling.  Mini-Man cried. 

He crawled into my arms, tears streaming down his face.  “I wanna *sniff* go *snort* to SCHOOL!!!!!!   “I miss my *hiccup* teacher!”   Aw, kid.  Sorry.  

Last week Mini-Man jumped off the bus and ran into the house.  “Mom, Mom!!  Look what’s in my backpack, hurry!”  I hurried.  All the stuff from his classroom.  The pumpkin shape with his name on it that told him where to sit.  The laminated wordstrip that he used every day to trace his name.  The flower that he hung on the ceiling.  I held all that stuff and cried like a baby.  In September he would barely talk or look at me.  And in May, here he is, telling me to look in his backpack and giving me hugs.

I want to kiss his teachers.  I don’t think I could ever make them understand how grateful I am for everything they have done for him.  They love their jobs and they love my son.  They celebrate his milestones just like I do.  Wonderful, wonderful people.

So there I was crying, clutching on to various arts and crafts and the dang pumpkin.  A-Boy asked what was wrong.  “Nothing is wrong, Honey.  I just don’t want you guys to grow up.”  I hugged him and thought about next year when both my kids will be in the big bad elementary school.  I hate that I can’t protect them from the world. 

As excited as I am to have 3 hours to myself every day, I’m sad too.  Five years went way too fast.  A-Boy tells me defiantly that he WILL grow up.  Because he wants to be six.  Six it is.  Be six.  And then don’t grow up after that.

A-Boy walking in with his friend for the preschool program.  And of course they had to play “We’re Going to be Friends” by Jack Johnson, causing me to well up with tears.  Grrr…

Mini-Man at his preschool program.  He got to wear a hula skirt and kept wiggling his hips back and forth.  So cute!

So yep.  Summer is here.  And I’m looking forward to spending some time with my little guys while they are still little.

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