They Come in Threes

Just finished bathing three little people, picking out three sets of jammies, blow-drying three heads of hair, brushing three mouths full of teeth, clipping 30 toenails and 30 fingernails, reading three books, and tucking in three crazy children.  Now I'm going downstairs to have three drinks.  That's all!

That Boy Just Bitch-Slapped My Heart

Without delving too much into the weird, heavy, downward-spiral-type emotions that are plaguing Shawn and I tonight, I thought I'd mention that Colton's first day of school is tomorrow.  His first day of first grade.  He's a full-timer now, and his parents are thoroughly FREAKED OUT.  I was okay earlier today, even a little excited about packing his first school lunch (because that sort of thing really brings out the dork in me)..... but before I knew it, it was time for soccer practice, then dinner, then dessert, then books, then brushing teeth... and suddenly it was time to say goodnight. 

And that boy gave me a big hug and said, "I'm gonna miss you."

And I have been moping around the house ever since.  Because I'M GONNA MISS HIM TOOOOOO!!

(And I'm a little sad that I have to start keeping him clean now.  Pretty sure there's a Brillo pad around here somewhere...)