I’ve been seeing a lot of first day of school pictures lately of my friends’ children. Next year, Adam will be in that group and I am totally not prepared for that to happen. He’s getting so old and I just know, on his first day of kindergarten, I am going to be bawling (in the interest of full disclosure, I should let you know I am tearing up right now just thinking about it).

The other morning, Adam woke up and came to me so I could pick him up and snuggle with him for a few minutes. He told me, “In my dream, the circus was coming to town – to grandma and papa’s. And they brought a new big slide, a red one. They put more things on the swing set. We didn’t actually see them, but we had loads of fun. That’s all I remember.”

When Stacy was visiting last weekend, she and Adam had the following conversation:

Adam – Are you going to have a baby?

Stacy – I hope so, someday.

Adam – Will it be a girl baby or a boy baby?

Stacy – I don’t know.

Adam – Well, if you have a boy baby, you can trade us for our girl.

He also heard Stacy use the term “sneak attack” while she was here and has added it to his vocabulary. He combined it was the word “tackle” though, so it’s pretty common to hear things like, “Help! Luke’s attackling me!” around here.

One day last week Maggie and Luke were both upstairs, while Adam, Dave, and I were downstairs. Adam said, “Hey, this is just like the old days, before we had Luke and Mags.”

And one last Adam-ism, during the last thunderstorm Adam asked me if the noise he heard was thunder. I told him it was and asked him what he thought he was. He said, “I was thinking maybe Daddy and Luke were playing with cannons.”