3 year old Roman started preschool today. He is my only boy and for some silly reason I find it harder to let him grow up. He melts my heart and I hate thinking that someday he won't be as in love with me as he is right now. He always asks me if he can call me "caption barnacles" because that name is so close to his heart. He tells me I can call him "chocolate romes" because he knows that name is close to my heart. ( I always called him that as a baby cause he was perfect and sweet like chocolate.) he tells me how pretty I am and that I'm his best mom. And promises to visit me once he grows up.
Today in preschool he drew a bus. Daddy driving, me, piper (upside down like a bat) roman, grandpa Ed (with glasses) and Inza. Sounded like a damn fun bus ride to me. It makes me smile that he still incorporates my dad into little moments in his own life.
He is such a strang little boy but I would not be ok without him.
8:23 p.m. - 2015-09-08
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