Three is my quiver and my quiver is full

Yesterday Ty said: "Mommy?"

I said "Yes Baby?"

"I'm not a baby! I'm a Ty."

Of course.

While I am sad for Corb to go back to school. I don't think Ty will despair. He loves being number one, he loves being the big helper, he loves alone with mommy time. He thrives when he is the big boy on campus.

I love it too.

This one is starting first grade. Each year shocks me as he grows, and now he has decided to be a big first grader. I was picking his brain about his upcoming school year....

Do you want a new backpack? No. I have a backpack.

Do you have any worries about starting school? Laughter--no why would I be worried?

Do you remember riding the bus last year. Ya ya mom, I know what to do.

So do you need anything for school? No mom.

Fine then....I'll just go eat some worms.

Tonight Corbyn laid his head on my head and I told him I would miss him. He said-I'll miss you too Mom. Him going back to school is so bitter sweet. We all miss him quite a bit.

And those darling freckles. I'm so glad he has freckles! They make me happy everyday.

And this one has finally decided to grow a personality. A very rip roarin opinionated one. If he doesn't want a black bean he sweeps the pile off. If he doesn't want a bite of applesauce he slaps the spoon. If you take the paperclips out of his mouth he throws himself on the carpet in agony. That technique is cute on carpet but today at the beach it didn't go so well for him. He is a cute little bugary sugar cookie.