Lucy had her fifth birthday this past weekend, her first day of public school Monday, and declared last night that her front tooth is really loose. I didn't expect to get too emotional dropping her off her off for kindergarten, but I did get a little teary-eyed. Why? Because I was leaving her alone to deal with the new teacher and a room full of new kids. I knew she would do fine, even would probably do great--it just pulled at those old heart-strings.
Gabe is (hmmm--how to explain it?) ...obsessed with sports clothes. It's cute unless it's Sunday and he's wailing (for half-an-hour) because we won't put a jersey on him to go to church.
They're both adorable and sometimes maddening. Love 'em to bits.
