D-Day

Ohmygosh, y'all. Owen starts preschool, like, TOMORROW. In 10 hours we will be dropping him off, and LEAVING. I am soooooo nervous. And so is O. He had a really hard time going to sleep tonight, he was super antsy. He kept calling me and Chris into his room with random complaints, and the last time I went in to his room by myself, his major issue was "I am getting flat (fat)", which is hysterical, because to hear your scrawny 3 year old muss over the idea that he is getting fat, well, it's just funny, k? But after I tucked him back in and gave him (more) goodnight kisses, his little bottom lip came out like 6 inches, and he was holding back the tears. Break.My.Heart. Thankfully Chris took tomorrow off so that he could be there for drop-off and pickup, because methinks Owen AND momma are going to need Chris!

After dinner tonight, Chris was asking O if he was excited for school, and Owen said, "Yes. But I think that mommy is going to cry." LOL! Well, I need to get off and go to sleep so that I can take my baby to school in the morning! Waaaaah!