First Day of Preschool

 I can't believe I have a preschooler already.  She seems so little some days... and other day's she's going on 17.  Sophie LOVES preschool.  She couldn't wait to go play with her new friends and her teachers.  Sophie was in a word fine and I was a nervous wreck.  You see I love the little bug so much that it terrifies me that people around us won't love Sophie as much as I do.  Will they see her sweet and loving heart.  Will they recognize her propensity for not sharing as the growing pains of a first child.  Will they see that she really only wants people to notice her without drawing attention to her faults.  Being a parent is all about letting go and hoping that the people you allow into your child's life see the same wonder and joy that you see.  I already know that Sophie loves school and I can only hope that her love of school and learning stays with her throughout her life.

Note:  Sophie decided about 15 minutes before we had to leave for school that she HAD to change her outfit.  I was not going to argue with her, so I HAD to redo the first day photos.  We're both crazy.

Update on Max - 18 Months Old

We've been busy lately with getting Sophie ready for school, having some landscaping (drainage) done, and various other things.  Our backyard has some drainage issues during the rainy season which for anyone who has lived in the Pacific Northwest knows that the rainy season lasts most of the year.  However we don't get much rain in the summer and we had the yard leveled and they put in new sod, which makes the rest of our dead grass look horrible. I'd say it's an epic fail, although it better help the drainage or I'm going to have a serious hissy fit.

I can't believe Max is already 18 moths old.  It seems like just yesterday we brought him home from the hospital and welcomed him into our crazy family.  He's changed so much, he's walking, climbing, talking a little bit (although probably not as much as he should be) and he just started running.  The running is hysterical, he looks like he's going to fall on his face and then he fall on his face because he hasn't mastered it yet.

Max started this fun new thing where he glares at me periodically throughout the day.  Whenever I tell him no or don't give him milk fast enough he lowers his brows and scowls.  It's cute on an 18 month old, but not so much a 15 year old, so that will be fun in about 13 years.

 This is his other expression, the one he normally wears.  He is one happy little boy most of the time and he has the sweetest smile.  He's starting to be a little shy around new people.  He's also a great little snuggler and loves to cuddle with me before his nap.

 I'm saving this photo for when he brings his first girlfriend home.  He's looks great in pink.