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Rowan's first day


It's started already. Rowan is too cool for me. I wanted to take a picture of him on his first day of preschool this year and this is all I got--his backside. I could see him groan when I took out my camera. When I took him to school, there was hardly a goodbye. I'm so excited that he is so confident and I know that he still needs me, so I can't protest at all, but still... :)

Rowan is doing really well. His language continues to expand every day. We have a long way yet to go, but he is definitely making progress. He is constantly amazing me in other areas of growth; he taught himself the alphabet and can write a lot of the letters as well. He loves counting, shapes, colors; it all seems to come pretty easily. Maybe he'll teach himself to read like his dad did. :) I adore Rowan, probably more than I should because it is hard to tell him no sometime (try having him wrap his hands around your neck, kiss your check, and ask for something and see how tough you are!).

Admittedly it is nice to have my mornings to myself again; life seems a little more organized. It is also a little quiet and I'm excited for carpool and bus time in the afternoon to come.

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Maile said…
Hi, Katie! I'm just catching up on blogs - now that I'm 9 months pregnant and my nesting instinct seems to have died and all I want to do is sit and relax. Anyway, I love your new blog header!

And I have the same problem with Leila - she gets so much of what she wants because she's so darn cute when she asks. :)
September 30, 2011 at 12:05 PM
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