And, yes, I already emailed the teacher. What?

Here he is. In all his glory. My little school boy. Well, it's a short summer fun day camp (4 days in all), but it's the first. As you know, he starts in the Fall (Tues/Thurs), but for a whole school year. I signed him up for this summer thing so he'd get a small introduction before August. Hopefully it'll leave him wanting more and will be excited about school. So far, so good.

On Wednesday, he didn't jump outta bed and ask to go to school, nor did he mention it before we did. I, of course, was one phone call away from yanking him out. He doesn't like it. My baby prefers his time at home. He'll have plenty of "school" time in the future. In fact, I'll cancel the Fall, too, I want him home with me. Then the evening came and he saw me preparing his lunch for Thursday. He lit up. I vant peenutbuttahsamwich, chips, cheese and gwapes. And then he wanted it. Right then. I convinced him it was for tomorrow and he cooperatively put it into the fridge for safekeeping.

He bust out of his room on Thursday and declared he was weddy fuh skool. We took him in, watched him say hello to the teachers, put his backpack up, waved goodbye and then asked for a kiss. Please. Can we get a kiss? Hello? (speaking through the crack of the door jam b/c other kids were arriving) We're your parents. Can you please stop what you're doing and briefly tell us goodbye. Okay...we're leaving. Bye. O...kay...bye. We're really leaving...is he going to be okay? He's not looking at us. He's still not looking at us. (Outside of class peering into window) Look! There he is. Omg, he's doing so good. Oh. Uh oh. He sees us. Hi. We'll be back. What? What did he say? I can't read his lips. Oh, okay, bye. Love you. See you later. We'll be back. Waving. Waving. Where'd he go? Oh. There he is playing in the sandbox. Aaahhhh. My baby's all growns up.

**This is him as soon as he walked in after school on Thurs. Exhausted.**

He only has two more days of school left next week. And, this is how I see it playing out. He will either totally forget about it or he'll hound us for the rest of the summer until August. I wanna go to skool. I weddy fuh skool. Weah's my lunch? I wanna take mah lunch. I wanna go to skool. I weddy fuh skool. Mommy, I need mah lunch! Jesus! When does school start?

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KD Sr. left this afternoon for work. On a plane. For a week. Boo. Really? A whole week? Why not a work week, you know, 5 days? I can do 5 days with my eyes closed. Ah. Frick. Oh well. Here we are. Luckily, we've got the weekend pretty much planned, so we'll just keep churnin' and burnin' until it's time to pick up my baby's daddy. We've got the library on tap for tomorrow. I'm going to do some research and find a couple of good reads to fill up my evenings after the kiddos retire. There is absolutely nothing on TV at night. Well, except for The Bachelorette, but that's only Monday night. And, that's me and KD's mindless "brain-sucking" reality show. I told him that we can watch it together over the phone with a glass of wine. But, he's not too keen on the idea since he has a roomie and stuff. M:Well, maybe your roomie watches it, too? K: I'm not watching it. M: Well, it's DVR'd anyway, so I'll just wait to watch it when you get back. K: No. Please don't wait. You can watch it.

KD, when you get back, I'll wait until Monday night and we'll watch this week's and next week's episodes back to back. Aaaaa...nd the "Deanna Tells All" episode that's DVR'd already, but you said you'd pass on. You can thank me later. Sweet dreams my love. I miss you already.