I'm the Mom,.......

........so I'm always right. Or, in this case, a little bit right. Noah is going to preschool for one more year - we decided to wait until he turns 6 next summer to start kindergarten. His class this year is probably 70/30 girls/boys, the teachers are more structured than last year, he goes three days in a row as opposed to two, and he doesn't have a buddy that he beelines for yet. So, all that to say, he's not a huge fan of preschool. Doesn't mind it, but isn't whoo-hoo excited about going every day. We've talked a few times about getting used to new things, introducing himself to a new person every day, etc, etc. Standard Mom advice.

After I picked him up today, he and I were playing on the floor and he started talking about his friend "Andrew" that he has started playing with. He looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "I guess you were a little bit right about preschool. I kind of like it now."

What a glowing endorsement. I'm hoping that it only gets better as the years go on. It has to, right? He WILL think I'm amazing and wonderful when he's a teenager........

Noah's thoughts/thoughtfulness

Our sweet 5 year old.

We did some singing before bed tonight, starting with a few that he knew from Sunday school, and ending with Jesus Loves Me. As we sang, "Jesus loves me, this I know" he interjected with a contended sigh, "This is the best song ever."

As I scratched his back (a nightly ritual since he's been about 3 years old- sorry to whoever his future wife is :)), I got up to leave, and he asked for the first time in 2 years, "Do you want me to scratch YOUR back, Mom?"