The Beginning of The Lasts.

That time of year is upon us again. After today, nine days of school for T and M. Where did the year go?

H celebrated his last day at ECFE and his last day of swimming on Monday. His lasts always seem to come first. Not quite fair to T.

So we'll move on to a new group of ECFE next fall and he'll be in the next level of swimming. By himself. Though I am cheering inside that I will no longer have to put on a swimsuit once a week and get in the freezing water, I also can't quite believe he's old enough and big enough yet.

He's really moving up in the world, isn't he?

Busy boy at school. Can't sit in one place too long.
But always drawn to the cars, trucks and good ol' beep beeps.
Has become quite the little artist.

Snack time remains one of his favorites. The class is half parent/child time and half seperated time. For whatever reason, H has no seperation issues at school and seems to look at the other kids who are upset or crying for mom like they are nuts. I envision him thinking: Who needs a mom here when you've got snack? Are you going to eat that or what?
H is quite the fish. A fearless fish.


And you just have to click on this one to see his lovely tattoo. T and M were worried he was too little for a tattoo, I told them he could never be too little for this one.