Preschool

It's hard to believe that in 3 days, Michael will start preschool. I'm totally going to be that Mom crying as I walk out of his classroom. Not because I'll miss him, (that sounds worse than I mean it) but because it seems like just yesterday he looked like this:

And it seems like just yesterday I used to give him a bath like this:
And it seems like just yesterday Phillip would walk around with him like this:

Nowadays, he smiles like this:

And doesn't let me forget that he's 3, going on 4 years old:
And he likes his picture taken, to get himself dressed, to help me with the little boys, he likes to watch Noggin, and much to my dismay Yo Gabba Gabba.
He also likes to curl up in his daddy's chair and read books. So excuse me while I sit for a moment and just take it all in. I know preschool is really just the beginning and that it's only 2 days a week. But to me, it also means that he's growing up, that there will come a day that he won't fit sideways in his daddy's chair. Just like he doesn't fit on his daddy's forearm anymore. {sniff...sniff} I guess he's growing up.