One Down, Two to Go!

Tuesday was Will's last day of preschool for the summer. Another school year goes flying by. Will had a super fun year at Providence Presbyterian Preschool in Ms. Amy's Three year old class. Here is little miss Camryn walking in to pick up Will, and give Ms. Amy her thank you gift, on the last day of school. Camryn carried out her duties with the utmost pride and honor.


Will and his good buddy Will. Will P and Will C as they were known. 2006 must be the year of the William, I have met so many boys by the name of Will that are Will's age. It's a little crazy. How many times can you say Will? Will, will you please.

Will and Abby getting some last minute playtime in. The classroom is stark because it was the last day. It's usually much more colorful and inviting.

Playing with bubbles in the sensory table. Will and Taylor both have younger sisters who think they own that space. They have bonded over this. Misery loves company.

Taylor and Will. Sweet friends.

Here is Ms. Amy. Or as Will calls her: Mist Amy. She's wonderful. Kate had Ms. Amy when she was two. Amy is one of those people who was born to work with children, she has a talent, passion and understanding of young children that is very hard to find. The kids adore her. Parents love her too.

Everyday after school Will rolls down this hill. It helps 'waste' some time between his pick-up time and Kate's pick-up time. There is usually a group of them ~ all the kids from Will's class coupled with a few others. Thinking back to those first days of preschool I am blown away by the changes that have taken place this year. Will has grown-up so much in this short time.

He is still very much my crazy, silly, wacky Will ... just a little more mature and secure. There are times that he reminds me so much of Ben it's scary. But he is very much is own person. Will is what some would refer to as the 'typical boy', his energy is boundless and his gross motor (and fine motor too) are so well developed he puts his big brother to shame in most physical activities. From the time he was two years old he could throw a ball up in the air and hit it with a bat. Every time. Seriously, every time. He is beyond athletic. Name the sport and he'll want to play it. He's competitive and aggressive and driven. But what fascinates me most is his dedication and patience at such a young age. On any given day you can find Will in our driveway shooting hoops. He will shoot over and over and over again. For hours. He may make only a handful of baskets, but he never gets discouraged or bored. He just stands there and shoots, and shoots and shoots. If any of my children are going to be athletes it's going to be Will. He has the talent, the energy, the passion, desire and dedication. And he's only three. I'm excited to see where he goes in life and what he chooses to do. The rest of us will be hard pressed to keep up with him that's for sure. Camyrn and I are exhausted by the end of most days. One can only kick a ball for so many hours in a row, and run so many 50 yard dashes and play 'snake' so many times. (Snake is our version of "horse" or "pig". Only difference is you get a letter for every basket and the first to spell "snake" wins.) Lucky for Cam she can usually steal a few minutes of shut-eye in the car.

Don't you just love the upturned hand and open mouth. Now that's some good sleep right there. Man am I ever jealous.