the days fly

Some days I can't Ellis out the door fast enough. I hear the school van beep his arrival, and I am all about getting that three-year-old OUTTA here!!! They say he's much better behaved at school. I guess he knows who has to love him unconditionally.

There are other days, though, when it breaks my heart to say goodbye to my little boy. I felt like crying as I waved goodbye to him this morning. As much as he loves school, I think he was a little sad to go, too. I had kept him home yesterday, because I was hosting playgroup, and he had been kind of tired. So the combination of friends and extra rest won over. It was a glimpse into what our other life could've been. The life where Ellis didn't go to preschool fulltime when he turned three. I'll pick him up early today. We have speech therapy in the afternoon.

Ellis's ASL has been blossoming. I want to write a whole other post about it. For now, though, when the "bus" got here this morning, we peeked out the window at it and I signed that the bus was here and we better get our coats on fast! He looked at me and for the first time signed van instead of bus. Both van and bus are fingerspelled, so what he really signed was something-something-n, like with bus, it's b-something-s. With something equalling some kind of gibberish imitating the quick movements of fingerspelling.