The Graduate

He did it! Finished kindergarten and ready to move on to the first grade. Love this little boy so much it hurts sometimes...there's nothing better than that smile.

What it is and what it isn't

What this is...a blog post. Shocking? Yes. Why? Because it's only been like FOREVER since I wrote something.

What it is not...a long winded, overly apologetic explanation as to why it's been like FOREVER since I wrote something.

We're just going to gloss over that part of the post and carry on. We'll pretend it hasn't been like FOREVER and you're all kept up with the goings on and happenings of the Moody clan. Just imagine I've posted regularly and haven't kept you anxiously waiting on the edge of your seat. Go on, you can do it...start pretending.

See, now isn't that better?

So anyway, here life as we know it:

Eli, my little baby boy, is graduating from kindergarten tomorrow. That just doesn't seem possible. He's still in diapers, right? Is he really six years old already? Are we sure he's not still this age?

Okay, so I know he's growing up ridiculously fast and it's very bitter sweet. It's amazing and wonderful to watch the little boy that he's turning into but it's a little sad knowing that we'll never pass this way again. Gone is the chubby little baby face that used to gaze up at me pleadingly and say, "E I want choc lick Mommy."

And there's no more baby smell. You know the smell I'm talking about - obviously not the icky smells that come with babies but that sweet, makes your heart melt baby smell. Mommies know exactly what smell I'm talking about.

But I'm happy to have my energetic, inquisitive, super smart six year old. He keeps me on my toes, that is for sure! Like this morning when I stubbed my toe on HIS suitcase that was left in the middle of HIS floor in HIS room. To which I receive this little pearl of wisdom from the resident half pint genius...

"You know Mom, if you hadn't left that in the middle of the floor, you wouldn't have hurt yourself. Maybe you'll think about that next time you decide to leave something where it doesn't belong."

As I'm hopping around his room holding onto my toe and cursing on the inside so as not to give the little sponge anything else to suck up for throwing back at me later, I make this mental note to myself:

my co-workers will have to show up at my house if I follow through with the urge to throttle this child of mine. And at least I know he does listen when I'm lecturing him.

So now that I'm sitting here remembering this moment ~ minus my little toenail ~ it's funny and I laugh. I know that years from now, when he's all grown up and doesn't have the time for dear old Mom, it will be the memories of these moments that keep me company.