I would like to make a date with you every day for the rest of your life to sit on the couch and snuggle and watch WALL-E.
I know that you're a big boy now; you're in Kindergarten for goodness sakes! Kindergarten! You sit at the kitchen table and do your homework along side your big brother. We talk a lot about letters and numbers and sounds and words. You and Daddy played War with cards nearly every night this week. Since you've been back in school all your learning and thinking and doing has just accelerated.
And I want to tell you a little secret, when you hold my hand with both of yours and tell me you hate school and you want to stay home with me? A big part of me wants to let you. Even after nearly a month, leaving the playground after drop-off all by myself still feels really strange - and kind of lonely. You're growing up. It shows in your struggles and in facing your fears by walking in that door and making new friends and going to gym and music and computers (you're not too crazy about art...).
Then, you and Wall-e sing along to "Put on Your Sunday Clothes" with Cornelius and Barnaby...
Close your eyes and see it glisten, Portabee.
Listen, Portabee!
And you're my baby again.
