It's official...he's a "big kid"!

Scooter started school age daycare today...he moved from his preschool daycare room downstairs to the BIG KID room. There is at least one other kid from his preschool room that is going down there with him- his "girlfriend", Kacy. So that's good! And our next door neighbor, Riley, is also down there- she just finished kindergarten.

So he will have friends down there that he knows, and I'm sure he'll make friends with the older kids in no time. It was just hard to drop him off this morning in a roomful of strangers (Kacy and Riley weren't there yet).

And yes, I did get a little bit teary. Only after I left though!

When a soldier comes home...

Got this on my email, and what an eye-opener, and a great reminder to thank and appreciate those soldiers out there fighting.

When a soldier comes home, he finds it hard...

...to listen to his son whine about being bored. ...to keep a straight face when people complain about potholes.


... to be tolerant of people who complain about the hassle of getting ready for work.


...to be understanding when a co-worker complains about a bad night's sleep.

...to be silent when people pray to God for a new car.

...to control his panic when his wife tells him he needs to drive slower.

...to be compassionate when a businessman expresses a fear of flying.

...to keep from laughing when anxious parents say they're afraid to send their kids off to summer camp.

....to keep from ridiculing someone who complains about hot weather.

....to control his frustration when a colleague gripes about his coffee being cold.

....to remain calm when his daughter complains about having to walk the dog.

.....to be civil to people who complain about their jobs.

....to just walk away when someone says they only get two weeks of vacation a year.

....to be forgiving when someone says how hard it is to have a new baby in the house.

The only thing harder than being a Soldier....

...is loving one.