Am I ready for this?

Leise started preschool yesterday. For the past 48 hours I've been trying to figure out where the last 4 years went. Wasn't she just born? Or learning to walk? Or at the very least--wasn't she just in her terrible 2's that seemed to last forever?

She had a good time though. She picked out her own outfit--all pink. She went into the preschool and found toys and didn't even bother to hold onto me or Pedro for very long at all. And when I picked her up she was all smiles and wondering when she got to go back. I asked her all about her day and was told stories of riding bikes and swinging into a pool of blocks and learning about bu-bu-bee!

I think she was bored out of her mind when she came home. It didn't take her long to realize that preschool is much more fun than what we do here. Eric had a good 5 hour nap--he isn't used to waking up so early. The rain was pouring down so not much of a chance to play outside and Mommy crashed on the couch--also not used to waking up so early. So, while I was in a zombie-like state she used her time constructively: she found out where I hid the marshmallows. What a sugar rush that kid was on.

So tomorrow we do it again. The 6 am wake up call. The 45 minute drive--there has got to be a better way to get there--traffic is insane at 7:30! The dropping off of one kiddo. The next 3 hours alone with the other kiddo. The picking up of the kiddo. The insane long napping of the other kiddo--not complaining. The trying to stay awake and keep the other kiddo happy and marshmallow free.

And so life continues and changes. My kids get bigger and older and even start preschool. Wow.