Let's Hope The College Application Process Goes This Favorably

I am embarrassed by how infrequently I have updated this Blog as of late. And for those of you who check in regularly because you can't get enough of the cutest little person ever, I sincerly apologize. I hope these pictures of him, taken recently during a record-breaking FOUR HOUR NAP, will help.

There has been lots of stuff going on with us lately. Jack has just been put on an antibiotic after 12 days of battling this nasty mess that's going around, both of Phillip's maternal grandparents have been very ill, we have been doing some pretty major construction at our place (THANK YOU, MOM AND DAD, FOR EVERYTHING) and we just returned from a 5 day trip to Fairhope where we visited Phillip's parents (THANK YOU, MOM AND DAD DUNCAN, FOR EVERYTHING). Despite the craziness and the tiredness, we are so blessed - by amazing family, a wonderful church family and incredible, loving friends.

We also received another blessing this past week. It arrived in the mail, in the form of a letter addressed to Jack. The letter began with these words: "Dear Parents, We are pleased to accept your child in the (insert name of our absolute #1 choice for a pre-school for Jack here). Jack Duncan has been placed in the two year old class that meets two days a week." ( I am leaving out the name of the specific pre-school here, for safety's sake, just in case. But if you have known us for any length of time, you probably know the pre-school I am talking about.) We are so absolutely blessed that Jack has been accepted here, because it is not exactly an easy program to get into. And we know and love the wonderful ladies that will be aiding us in teaching him - not only social skills, but that he is a beloved Child of God who is "fearfully and wonderfully made". We know in our hearts that Jack's placement in this program is a God-thing - an answered prayer - and I am so excited for him to get started in the Fall.

However, I can not believe that it is time for pre-school. It blows my mind to think about it. And it breaks my heart, a little. How did he get so big? When did it happen? When did he get so tall as to be able to reach his cup on the kitchen counter-top? When did he figure out how to get a plate and the box of Goldfish from the kitchen cabinet and make his own snack? When did he learn to say words and phrases like "Table", "Alright", "Round and Round", "Hi, Momma", "Night, Night Daddy" and "Bye Bye, Big Dog"? I am flabbergasted. And so grateful.

I know that Jack is going to thrive in pre-school. He is going to love the interaction with other kids. He is going to grow and change. He is going to laugh. He is going to learn. He is going to Become. And that is all a Mommy could ask for.