June 6, 2013

he won't stop can't stop

I let him try out my camera remote. Skillz.

Today was a big one for Bronson. And me. Mostly me (it's allll about me):
I signed him up for preschool and he got his first library card.

I kinda never thought past age 2 when he was a baby.
I'm not a major, major fan of the whole newborn thing. (I LOVE how sweet and easy they are- mine just sleep and eat- but my emotional state during that time + their inability to really do anything is hard. For me.) Five-ish months to 3 years is my jam. I really like the sitting up, clapping, rolling, giggling, learning to walk, weaning, tiny voice, going to nursery but still my baby, stage. 
Age 3 has been a struggle. I'm not sure whether it's because I was pregnant/had a new baby for most of it, or if Bronson really was as feisty as I thought. Probably some of both. It's been hard but he's obviously still my favorite little boy ever.
Now that we're staring age 4 in the face (38 days!!?!) I'm just freaking out. 
It's like a snowball of fear and crazy; first preschool then kindergarten, then he's choosing a major and his mission call is waiting to be ripped open. All good things but hello! Bigger kids are so much work. They require being driven lots of places, and dentist + eye appointments, big talks about bullying, feelings, and bad people. I mean, duh. Why I never really thought of all this before is my own fault.

We're just taking it one terrifying day at a time.
With lots of good stuff thrown in to make it all worth it or whatever.
I just really love Bronson. Dang it.