The First Day is coming

This is Little One after an intense body building session. No steroids were used to get this Incredible Hulk appearance.

The First Day...

The First Day is coming. It is not the first day of football season, not the first day of hunting season, not the first day of trout season, not even the first day of fall. What's coming is a day that makes you realize that age is creeping up on you like like a bulldozer stuck in low gear headed your way...like the first day of work and you understand that this will be your life for the next 40 years.

The day I'm talking about is the first day of school. This year will be our third experience with the first day of school. Little One will be 3 years old on Monday, 8/28. And after Labor Day, she will start in a preschool program. Its only 3 hours a day on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, but it will be a great big step for our family. Now, hopefully the Wife will be able to get a little time off from the stresses of parenthood.

Little One and The Wife have been together almost constantly for Little One's entire life! Sure Little One can be demanding, but on those few occasions she was away, she was missed, sorely missed.

For me this is the start of the long winding up hill road to teenagerland. And my very first experience with a teenage girl.

I often remind The Wife of when we were first married...living in Bristol, Tennessee...in a 2 bedroom apartment...no responsibilies...no mortgage...nothing but time on our hands after working all day at the Sperry Univac plant...being able to go to the mall on a moments notice!

Times changed.