This dude went off to his first day of second grade on Tuesday. It's crazy - I have this photo of him at about seven months old on the fridge. He's on his tummy - pushing up on his hands - big grin. HUGE grin. Happy baby. How is it he's in second grade now? And almost eight?... I look at Erin and think, she will never be in second grade... (haha. joke's on me!)
We had a fun summer. It was pretty low-key. We didn't do much. One long weekend in San Diego, and then five days at the beach over Labor Day weekend. If you know me - at all! - you know I kind of (dare I say it?) dread summer. Having to entertain the only child for years. Not a ton of kids in the hood, and really you hardly ever see the few kids playing outside in our hood anyway. But now Max has a little sister... a bit too little for water fights, or running through the sprinkler (though we did take her through a couple of times this year), Mine Craft and Wii. But they played and chit chatted and smiled at one another and loved on one another. It was a beautiful thing to see. We had a good summer. And we were all pretty much ready for school to start and to get back into a routine.
We met his friends down the street and they all walked up to school together. Or I should say, ran up to school. They were ready. All of us moms were ready. And most importantly, Maxwell was ready and excited this year. There were no tears from either of us this year. I think we both knew we needed some time apart and him doing his kid thing at school.
He's growing up. And I could not be more proud of this smiling grin.
The same grin I get to smile back at every time I open the fridge.