Chinese fire drill

Today, I miscalculated when Babbo would eat, and he got all of his insulin too soon. He passed out. That was a first, and it was bound to happen. The wonderful women at Country School House preschool knew what to do, and he was conscious and getting back to normal by the time I got there - five minutes later.

It could have been a lot worse. Things ended up just fine, and it turns out, we were all prepared.

"Not the hair!"

Babbo finished a swim lesson course. Being our child and being from the desert, he is afraid to have his head underwater. So, he spent five out of six sessions with the toddlers in the 2.5 foot deep kiddie pool. He spent one day with the other preschoolers in the big boy pool, but wept until he could be let back.

For graduation today, they graduated from the kiddie pool to the deep end of the big boy pool. He used the diving board three times and jumped into the waiting arms of an instructor. He loved it.

Babbo

The last few months of motherhood have been full of those emotional interactions that make me understand why it is mothers have a hard time letting go of their little boys.

When I told Babbo that he would, in the scheme of things, fall deeply in love with someone and that I would not be the most important girl in his life, he looked at me with devastating sadness and wept, "No mommy, you will always be the most important girl in my life!"

Having said that, he was kissed by two different girls on the same day.

p.s. His not so wee adult teeth are coming in, and it's possible we'll need orthodontia. All I could think of was, "toodle loo holiday."