My Baby and her Babushka :o)

Cast Off

Lucas got his cast off this afternoon. Before getting it off, he vacillated between being really excited ("Mom, I want to take my swimsuit to the doctor's office so I can change into them after my appointment. Then when I get home, I'll run inside and I probably won't stop to talk to anyone, I'll just run outside and jump in the pool.") to being a little sad (I think he kinda enjoyed having an accessory). It will take a while for his arm to feel normal but he is already figuring it out. When he changed into his swimsuit he came out and said it "took a little research" to figure out how to take his shirt off.

L's Preschool Days are 'Ore

Last week Lucas had his last day of preschool. I couldn't help but feel a little sad. Really? Must you really grow up?

His school had a graduation celebration. The kids sang a song and then their teacher introduced them, gave them a lei and told us what they wanted to be when they grew up. Lucas wants to be a fireman.

This little guy is one of Lucas's friends. He moved from Japan this year and started preschool mid-steam without knowing a lick of English. The poor kid cried and cried and threw fits and clung to his Mom every morning for the first week. Of course, we suggested to Lucas that he try to befriend him. He wasn't convinced he could or wanted to but the next day he came home all excited. "If I jump, he jumps. If I run away, he chases me!" His Mom said at graduation he came home that day with a smile and talked about Lucas, his first friend. Just one of the lessons I hope Lucas started learning this year in preschool.

Here is the video of the song they sang. Sorry for the wobblyness of it. I was half laughing/half trying really hard to not cry. There is just something about your own child singing wholeheartedly about God that gets to you.