Will is growing up.  Quickly.  So quickly, in fact, that I feel as though I am that guy in the movies that is precariously hanging from the moving train, white knuckled, hoping that it will slow down just enough for him to get a better grip.  That’s me.  The guy that needs a little better grip on the train that is rolling right along.

A bit dramatic.  I know.  I don’t care.  Will started preschool last Wednesday, had his second day today, and I don’t think I ever heard the train’s shrill whistle declaring that it was leaving the station.

His first day of school started off entertaining enough – he had shaved “just like dad” the night before ( though with less clothes and no actual blade in the razor ) and was ready for his first First Day at Eastern Elementary.  We had practiced the “good bye” multiple times, but hadn’t planned for the other crying children that may not have practiced their good byes.  Specifically, two wailing boys when we first entered the class room  left Will dumbstruck and on the verge of tears himself.  But a little “distract and redirect” move to hang up his backpack seemed to do the trick and the send off was without incident.  Though Will hasn’t used the bathrooms at school yet ( he seems to be holding it until he gets home as he heads straight to the bathroom and pees alot! ) and has yet to eat his morning snack ( white milk or juice boxes apparently aren’t his thing ), he always has lots of fun stories that let on to how much he enjoys it.  As a matter of fact, I was just interupted writing this post so Will could tell me that his teacher has a book called “Chica Chica Boom Boom!”  He quite proudly explained that when Mrs. Feaster reads the book, they get to say “Chica Chica Boom Boom!”  Which, when I think about it, sounds a bit like a train clacking over the tracks while a flailing body slams against the side, desperately trying to hold on… chica chica Boom! Boom! chica chica Boom! Boom!