After two months of evaluations and paperwork, this irrepressible, funny, never-still little man is currently at his very first day of preschool. He walked right in and announced, "My name Sam and this my mom, Trina. " He gave me a kiss and headed off to play without a backward glance.
I celebrated by taking a walk at my own pace, eating a cookie without sharing and writing this blog post without worrying about what in my house was being destroyed.
I'm sure that tomorrow the house will probably seem too quiet and still. I'll miss my little buddy and his stories. But, today, I'm going to celebrate a little more. Maybe I'll watch some TV that doesn't involve cartoon characters.