My children are growing

Life featuring Will and Grace is a life I would not trade. Each new day in my life as a parent there is a "moment". A moment where I stop and give thanks for the love I share with them, or a moment where I take a deep breath and remind myself that being a parent is not always easy but it is always worth it. Lately the moments are shared with my children in a new way. Both Will and Grace have reached an age where our communication is expanding. Will, bless him, is at the "why" stage. "Why" does something work that way. He does not like my answer. And I know he does not always understand. But Will is Will and is one curious little bugger. Grace also wants to know "why" but her questions have more depth to them. It really amazes me the way kids minds work,, and the questions they come up with.
I have two small children, and only one of them is in school, for a couple of hours a day, and yet I feel like I can not keep up. We could have so much more on our plate, but I don't see how we could accomplish anything more in a day. In the two in a half hours a day Grace attends preschool they actually cover quite a bit. I want to make sure that as her mother I stay as involved in her learning process as possible do I can positively assist her in her growth as a student, and a little lady of course. A couple Fridays ago she attended her kindergarten roundup. And let me tell you that I can not even believe I am saying that. My father in law Bill, used to always tell us that we would blink and before we knew it we would be taking her to her first day of kindergarten. You can hear that and think sure it will go by fast, but you really can never be prepared for how fast life really does sneak up on you. And, sadly, I could not go with her. We planned a trip, a d without thinking too far ahead we didn't realize her roundup would be the day we were gone. Lizzy, my sister tool her, and to Grace that is absolutely the next best choice ( if not first).
Grace made it clear to both me and my sister that she does not want a boy teacher. She said she just doesn't like boy teachers. Cracked me up since she only had ever had one teacher in her life. But by the end of the roundup she came around and said she would be fine with either teacher.
And as we all know along with school and education comes a social aspect and friends. Well Grace wasted no time in preschool of making friends and even developing a little crush. If she knew I said that she would be blushing. I am just shocked that at five she had already grown to be "okay" with boys and not grossed out. I know for me, I did not let it be known that I liked a boy until I was in 3rd grade. So what is going on?
So we are on to a new chapter of our lives soon where we have children who are in school. Our little buddy is going to preschool this next school year for three year olds. Adorable isn't it?! Will could not be more thrilled because he has seen Grace going to preschool everyday and wants to do what she does.
I have to end this with...my babies are not babies anymore

Oh that's right, I have a blog to update

Life has gotten away from me and I have not taken the time to blog. Grace has been busy in preschool, learning about butterflies and boys. Her first crush, at least her first crush on someone that is not on tv. It's cute to listen to her talk about him and why she likes him but it is also freaking me out a bit. I have a five year old don't I?
Anyway, it is sweet and innocent so I just have to leave it at that.
I am adding some pictures we have taken recently. We went to a wedding at this Victorian Mansion and I couldn't help but take a couple of pictures of the kids. And Grace recently allowed me to chop off her long but stringy hair. After much coaching and persuasive conversations she agreed. She always loves it afterwards but getting to that point takes awhile.
And the kids got their faces painted on Cinco De Mayo at Tachos. This was their first time and I am so glad they did it together.
Hopefully my next update will be sooner than the last and more focused.
~ Em