Slow down!

This week has been one of those weeks when you want to slow down time...not stop it, just slow it down dramatically so you won't forget how she asked, face full of pride, "I'm smart, amn't I?" or how he greeted you each morning on his belly, head and shoulders as high as his chubby arms could raise , with that huge toothless grin. Time is passing quickly and I don't want to forget any of these moments.

This week Grace got a big girl bike with training wheels. She does great on it, with the exception of a few steering difficulties. The bike always seems to head in the direction she is looking. And if she gets to going too fast, she forgets how to stop. She looks down at her feet as if to will them to paddle backwards, and heads straight for the curb or middle of the street, running over me in the process. However, we are making huge progress; considering, we no longer have to come to a complete stop and shout "car" whenever we are within a block radius of any moving vehicle.

This week public pre-school started. Public pre-school is Monday through Friday, 9 till 3. This is where my neurotic side really shines through. I can see it all over Luke's bewildered face as I defend, "Honey, I know GRACE isn't going to public pre-school and I know SHE will not be gone everyday, but she could. She's old enough, and if we would have decided to send her then she could have gone everyday. I can't believe she is actually old enough to go to school everyday!"

Luke: "But she won't be gone everyday."

As Luke resumes watching the Olympics, I silently ponder (some might use the word obsess) 'But next year she will be gone everyday and she won't even need her training wheels anymore.'