The (slightly adjusted, but go with it) month of April has
been exhausting (see: this). But we did
it. And I capped it off with a much
needed margarita. Thank you, Cinco de
Mayo, for being at the end of all this hullabaloo.
It all started on April 4, when this little lady turned 5.
I'm not quite sure how she keeps getting older when I
haven't aged a day (shut up), but here we are, staring in the face of
kindergarten. Holy cow, she's going to
full time, this is real school in just a few months. I need
to stock up on tissues for that first day because I'm going to be a total mess.
My babeh!
And then we capped it off with this guy making his First
Communion.
Again with the getting older! Children, stop it right now. That's an order.
But seriously, we couldn't be prouder. For him, because he sat through a lot of
extra lessons when he probably (OK, definitely) would rather have been playing,
and actually grasping some of it. For
me, for the same reason because I was the one trying to impart that knowledge
most of the time while keeping his rear end in the seat. The moment after he received - he pumped his
fist and whisper-yelled, "I did it!" - made it all worth it.
He also came out in that suit and declared that he looked
like a man. Yes, Sammy, yes, you do.
May, blessedly, is much lighter on the obligations, at least
as of today. Unless, of course, you
notice the giant pile of laundry threatening to eat us all. I'm just going to avert my eyes, la la la...
Kids with the always getting older! Why do they do that?!
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