April 14th, 2008
“Da cho,” Ethan says as he pulls the covers over his head last night. (“Da cho” is “love you” for those of you who don’t speak toddler). But my little boy isn’t a toddler anymore. No sir. Today, April 14th, 2008, my son turned 3 years old.
I woke him up on his birthday after a night of sleeping right next to him, wimpering like a little baby myself, because I can’t belive this day has come. Lot’s of kisses and “happy birthday” wishes. This day wasn’t just any other birthday, today was also his first day of preschool.
I spent the entire morning chasing after him with a camera trying to capture every second of his first day of school. My boss, being the amazing person that she is, allowed me to take an extra hour or so to take my baby to his first day of school.
I was doing good on the drive, talked to Ethan the whole time, telling him how much fun he was going to have. I was even doing good when we pulled into the parking lot. “Look Ethan! We’re at your new school!” Even then, walking through the doors to his school, I was doing awesome! Then it happened… we started making our way down the hall way and it started. The tears. They didn’t stop before we got to the class room, they didn’t stop when we were hanging up his backpack and they definitely didn’t stop when he gave me a kiss good-bye. I cried and cried and cried the entire drive to work.
My baby started his first day of school today. School. Mother f-ing school. Oh my dear god, I love him, but he really needs to stop growing up so fast.
