I officially hate school. All the motivation I found over break- I managed to clean the ENTIRE house, with the exception of a little mess in the studio and some laundry to fold- is gone. I couldn't even force myeslf out of bed this morning- I think I got up an hour after I meant to. It's going to be a rough 4 months. But what can I say, this is my fifth year doing this. I think everyone gets tired of this by that point.
Anyway, I found a picture of Max on St. Patrick's day last year. The pictures on my mom's computer are all I have left. A tear is trickling out of my eye.
His hat was hand-knitted in Ireland, the land of my ancestors. And my sister made the cute little booties he's wearing. I miss the little baby...Just looking at this picture, which was taken last week I think, proves Max is no longer a baby. I realized yesterday, when I was thinking about how excited I am Max'll be in nursery next Sunday, that as soon as he goes, there's no turning back- he's on a one-way track to Primary. Where did the time go?
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that is quite a difference between the pictures! He's such a handsome kid.
ReplyDeleteLook at that sweet little boy! No longer a baby indeed! He is so precious. I can't believe he goes to nursery next Sunday! Man the time flies!
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