Beauty

Here are some pictures from our Mother's Day trip to Edgewater.  A splendid, windy morning, perfect for digging in the sand and flying a rainbow kite (reinforced with a little duct tape, they fly remarkably well...)

It's been a splendid weather week, all told.  We've eaten dinner outside as often as in, the lawn is lush and green, and the children are exhausted every night from their extended time on the playground at the preschool. 

Thinking of preschool-- next week is Jack's last week of pre-K.  Its stunning, really.  How this year has just slipped by and all of a sudden my boy isn't a preschooler any more.  

He's such a good boy.  He's had a good time at St. Paul's; he's grown up there, turned into this boy who is learning how to play  well with others and exploring the way the world works-- and learning to write and count and sing, too.  I hope he is ready for Kindergarten.  It is terrifying, you know, thinking about how we are sending him out into this big, wide world.  Preschool was safe, controlled, a small, manageable selection of like-minded people, all cooperatively helping to raise our children together.  The teaching is child-led, the curriculum, flexible.  Now he will head out on his own, into an unknown mix of kids; his learning will be held to the unyielding standards of the state.  We'll have to worry about how he measures up instead of appreciating him for where he is right now.  I feel like I've only just begun to be able to do the latter! 

On that note-- I think we need some more pictures.  It's hard to worry in the face of all this beauty.