I am on the way downstairs to pull out the girls chalkboard easel so I can begin writing 1,000 times 'I will not get a puppy' Except I don't think the easel is big enough to handle that.
I probably won't get a puppy yet. Suffice to say I am feeling the beginnings of being traumatized by kindergarten.
I am becoming very aware of little girls. I see them, size up their age- and think, "she's younger than H. Oh look, shes younger than H, too. I remember when H was that old..." and so on.
The summer is slamming shut. Fall and back to school are flinging open. Its here. Almost.