Well, school has been out for a little over a week now. The older to attended the after school program until the end of the week, but are now home with a babysitter/my friend Jess.
Last week also ended an era for me and our family. Max had his last day at "auntie" Kathy's childcare. Timmy started her daycare on July 9, 2001 and that was one of the hardest day I think that I've had. He was 6 months old. I cried all the way to work.
Then Sam started with her on Dec, 1, 2002. It was a much easier transition this time. And then Max started in the middle of August 2005. I drove by, tossed him out of the car and continued to work (I'm obviously kidding here, but it gets easier).
And here I am 8 years later, in the same company, in the same house, with three children who will likely all be taller than me by the time they are 10. Time moves too quickly.
Enough of the sentimental story... here is a new Max story from last week.
Daycare was closed one day and my friend Len offered up his college daughter to watch Max for the day. While they were playing, he told her that the dog ate a crayon. So Alicia was worried about where so that she could clean it up and check the dog. She looked, but could find nothing so asked Max where again... he told her, "Oh, it was last week."