The summer is almost over, and I’m excited and nervous for the fall. It’ll be a big change for me, because Ari is going to school! I can’t believe this day is already here. He’s four years-olds. I remember being pregnant with him. I remember pushing him out. I remember nursing him day and night. I remember every moment leading up to Ari moving from baby to boy.

He’s a little man now.
When I previously thought about the first day of school, I thought I would cry. But I don’t think I’m going to now. I think he’s ready for it, and so am I. I’m actually excited. I’m excited for him to meet new friends, and explore, learn, and become a bigger human.
It’s going to be strange being home with just Samara. I wonder if she’ll be bored. She’s so used to having her big brother around.
I’ve already registered her for an art class, and I’m thinking about doing a music class with her as well. But I need to make sure I have time to work. I was thinking about putting her in some sort of day care for one day a week, but everything is so expensive! The trouble is I really need at least one solid day to work. I can transcribe and write during her naps, but it would help if I had a solid day to do what I need to do.
Changes are approaching, and I’m excited and nervous all rolled into one.
Friends in Brooklyn, do you know of a low cost program where Samara can go one day a week?
Is everybody excited for the first day of school?