What the boy and I did.

Yesterday we dropped Alla at preschool and got the jogger out of the van, then headed out onto unknown running paths. Of course we had to bring him a munin, otherwise known as the best zucchini oat muffins ever. I think I made another four dozen today. We finally made it through tunnels, around corners, under trees, to the park. He got all excited as we drew nearer, but once we were there, he spied the geese. And then he was off.

Completely gone, determined to get those geese one way or another.

Down one hill, up another. By this time they were honking at him.

With his wet butt (he dried off the slide, thankyouverymuch), just a-chasin' after them.And then they took flight. As you can see, he was so not happy about this.

I did manage to guide him back to the playground, where he continued to watch the geese, but also delighted in seeing airplanes above.

And then we had time for only one more slide, because of course Mama still had to run back to the car, and it had taken 30 minutes just to get to the park. He has only recently discovered the joy of sliding down on his bottom.

Suppose we'll be doing this for as many Tuesdays as we can before the weather stops cooperating. But tomorrow is the beginning of your school journey, little man, and I can only say this after seeing your sister through it. When I started with her, I was going as much for the parent component as for her. But two years of the program truly prepared her for preschool, so now I see, now I see.

I am so excited for tomorrow, for you to start playing with your own friends (Alla still has friends from that first year!), to see you in a classroom, with new toys and games and songs and routines. I am so excited that I will get to share this with you, Fish, right there with you every Thursday.