There's been loads of work stuff (all good, though, since I am loving my job).
There's been kid stuff, and trying to juggle the kid stuff with the work stuff.
There's been running stuff (my new exercise schedule includes runs 4 times a week at 5:30am, before the hubs leaves for work).
And there's been Louie stuff. He is not doing well. Our goodbye is near, and this affects me so deeply that I cannot even write about it here. Not yet, anyway.
So today, I'm writing about my graduate.
Today was Isabella's last day of preschool.
She was so excited on her first day last September:
And today, this little girl headed off to the big K in the fall, is still as excited about school as she was when the year began:
Her end-of-the-year picnic took place this afternoon. She'll see a bunch of her preschool peeps in the school's summer camp, which runs three mornings a week next week and the week after. And of course, many of them live in our school district, so she'll see them at Kindergarten.At the end-of-the-year picnic last year, I found myself much more emotional than I was this year (and she was headed back to the same preschool at the start of the school year). Isabella had had such a wonderful first year experience, she loved school, and had made many friends, so I felt a certain loss for her. I was worried that maybe her second year wouldn't be as great. That she wouldn't love it quite as much.
But she simply thrived this year too, and matured in many ways.
I constantly think how lucky I am to have a child who loves learning and the structure of the school environment.
In September, she'll head to half-day Kindergarten. She'll ride the bus. She'll have much more structure, more routine, and higher expectations than she's experienced to this point.
And I think she's going to rock it.