I just cannot believe it's time for him to go to school. It seems like yesterday he was a baby:
and now he's not really a toddler anymore, as he approaches four years old. He is a little boy.
In the end, this is bittersweet: My "Baby" is growing up. But think of the new adventures in this chapter of his life, and the stories that he'll have for me every day when I pick him up. "Mommy, guess what we did in school today?"