Second Grade Eve

 Sentimental Post--Beware

It's after midnight and I have to get up early tomorrow but I just can't sleep without jotting down a few thoughts. Tomorrow my baby starts second grade. People--I remember my first day of second grade! It doesn't seem that long ago. Mrs. Mirka was a great teacher and I remember thinking she was the nicest lady in the whole world. I hope Cole feels the say way about his teacher. Every 2nd grader should adore their teacher and LOVE school. It's so important to me that Cole love this time of his life. Life is so easy and fun when you're his age and I feel like I do everything in my power to make him enjoy it..it's just the little things that make memories.

I'm having a kind of rough year. 2012 has pretty much stunk. I'm just keepin' it real. I feel like life is tough right now and I'm struggling. This little guy brings so much joy into my life and I don't know how I'd be coping with these hard times without him. He is SO silly and fun. He's not perfect but he knows when I need to be cheered up and he is so good at that job :)

So, tomorrow I'm gonna put my big girl pants on and not have major anxiety all day (like I did when he started first grade) and just know that he's in a good place with capable people and that he is having a good time. He has always loved school, he's an excellent student and even loves homework. It totally cracks me up. He may look like Danny--but in this regard, he is his Momma. He makes friends so easily and really thrives in the classroom so he's been looking forward to being a big kid this year. At Back to School night, his teacher asked him if he went by Coleman or Cole and he said (with a bit of coolness in his voice), "you call call me whatever you want..." Isn't he accommodating? :) It gave her a good laugh. I think we're in for another fun year.

Today we were at Costco and Cole ran towards the flowers and proclaimed, "Mom. I want to get a bouquet of flowers for my new teacher on the first day of school." He doesn't waste time. Brown-nosing could be his middle name...but it's all just so innocent and adorable.

Here is a quick memory from over the summer that will always stick with me. I was working in my office and came out of the room for my lunch break. He and Kierra (his babysitter) had set up a little table and he was ready with a white shirt, apron and little notepad to take my order. They had made a special little menu with an inventory of everything in our fridge and pantry and he served me lunch. This was my appetizer: (who says popsicles don't make great appetizers?) Then while I ate, he changed his clothes and  put on a puppet show all by himself. Seriously. I love him.

I sure am crazy about this kid.

This is a little survey Cole had to fill out from Back to School night: