That mom

Yep, I am that mom. The kind of mom I was complaining about today. The kind of mom who doesn't read her child's papers from school very carefully. The kind of mom that didn't realize today was her son's last day of preschool. Yeah, you read that right...today was Dylan's last day of preschool and I had NO clue. And yes, I do work at the same school, and yes I still had no clue. Can I blame this on pregnant brain...nope. Lack of sleep because I have a newborn...no again. I can only blame myself. I got his newsletter a couple weeks ago. Just glanced at it, didn't really read the calendar. Why would I need to read the calendar..I know what's going on at school. I guess I don't.

Nine short months I sent my polo wearin` 3 year old off to preschool

I was a nervous wreck. I almost cried. He had no tears. Hardly said bye to me.

He was so confident. Ready. Excited. He was in school!

Then today...I have my almost 4 year old, monster truck t-shirt wearin boy. Done with his first year of preschool.

How did this year go by so quick. How is Dylan done with 1 year of preschool and ready for another year in the fall. He is growing so much. This year he has grown taller. He has gained a few pounds. He has made friends on his own. Learned new skills. Met a lot of people. It is still weird for me to think he did all of this without me by his side. He is growing up. He still needs me, but is also becoming more independent. Able to do more and more without me. Makes me sad and so proud all at the same time.

Good job Dylan! I am so proud of you!