So...one week from today Evan starts kindergarten. About now, I will be snapping a few pictures and bundling kiddos in the van. And I have been fine. Really, truly fine. Nary a tear was shed at registration or school shopping.
But it hit me yesterday.
We were having a totally benign conversation about our schedule over the next few weeks, and I just mentioned, "And when the two of you get off the bus the first Friday of school Nana and Papa will be waiting."
Cue the ugly cry. My baby will be getting of the bus with his big sister. Because he will be in kindergarten. How did this happen? Let the adventures begin...