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And one day of being 36 and I feel wicked old

Well, we put Ian into his kindergarten class today. Ugh. School starts officially next week, but this was a get to know the teacher and bus. We dropped him off in class and then he got to take a bus ride. Any takers on where the little bastion of trouble sat? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

The back seat. He and another little buddy were causing quite the ruckus back there.

Ian loved the classroom and bus. He has the same teachers that Reagan did, so I know them well (one of them has a little crush on me) - I know, who doesn't right?

And Reagan is off to her first sleep over party tomorrow night. I am sure she will be fine, she has hosted them so I think she gets the deal. We'll see.

Does it ever stop feeling like time has become this giant wheel I got stuck to that is picking up speed and squishes me once a rotation? I am not old enough for this, someone should ID me. I am certainly not mature enough.

Reagan finished the Harry Potter series yesterday (not all in one sitting mind you). I feel kind of sad it is over. She reads right before bed, I'd read pages when it was my night to put her down so it was kind of our thing. The Potter boy and Hermione (who I mispronounced intentionally as her - me - own ; much to Reagans chagrin and duly noted eye rolling.) will be missed.

My mother-in-law is winging her way back to CO as I type this. It was great to see her and hear about the doings of our cousins, in-laws and the dotings of a grandmother about the 3 she now watches. She is so proud and passionate about them.

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