The boys and I decided to make cookies this morning (chocolate peanut butter cookies, to be exact). When we were done Gavin asked to lick the spatula. Reluctantly I said yes. (After all, I was the one who did most of the work. If anyone deserved to lick the spatula it was me) I handed him the spatula, covered in chocolaty peanut butter goodness. He grabbed it and ran out of the kitchen. I went back to work, cleaning up the mess from our adventure in baking. About 20 minutes later he wandered back into the kitchen. "Mom, I finally finished it", he said with a dreamy smile on his face, and held up the squeaky clean spatula for me to admire. Yep, that's my boy.
Last week was a bittersweet milestone in the Berry family. Ryder had his first day of kindergarten. Although I have waited anxiously for this day for the last six years, I must admit that when the time came to send my baby off school I was feeling pretty sad. But I'm over it. After all, it is only 1/2 day kindergarten. He had a great first day, but still tells me that he wishes he was in first grade (we held him back a year because of his late summer b-day). Other than that I think he really enjoys being in school.
Gavin, too, had his first day of school yesterday. Preschool that is. He goes 2 mornings a week. I thought it was going to be a big transition for him (since he suffers from severe separation anxiety, and usually freaks out if I am not in his direct line of sight) but he walked right in to school without me and never looked back. He had a great day too, but I think I was the one who was actually more excited for him to be in school.