I picked up Sam from school on Thursday afternoon, and his teacher told me that he had fallen on the playground. He had a pretty good scrape on his side going all the way down his ribs. We got into the car, and I asked him if he cried, and he said, "Yes." Bless him.
And then I thought...when do little boys stop crying? I remember somewhere around 4th grade, I never saw boys cry at school. I'm sure they may have at home, or in private, but I just didn't see it at school like I had when I was younger. Girls aren't as ashamed to cry in front of others at any point in their life...so when does my little boy begin to feel like he has to bottle everything up even when he's hurting? I'm not looking forward to that day. In the same way, I'm dreading potty-training Alex not only because it's just not fun, but also because it will be one more way that he's not my baby anymore.
I think about these kinds of things a lot, lately. As much as I enjoy all that they do and learn, it's sad, too.
Alex currently isn't feeling the greatest. We're dealing with a fever and a cruddy nose. He hasn't been sleeping as well, so we've also had interrupted sleep.
Sambo had "Western Day" at school on Friday to celebrate the letter "W." We had to break out what little cowboy gear we have. He doesn't have cowboy boots, so he rocked his gear with his tennis shoes.
