Riding to School

Missile rode to school this morning by himself! I snuck out behind him and followed, but stayed far back. I can't believe how mature and responsible he is most times. 

Third Grader?! What?!

I can't believe it. Maximus is in third grade. All the years prior to this he hugged and kissed me before walking into school...now? He didn't even look back. I cried. My baby with long curly red hair, a late kid to potty training and a wild child with a significant speech delay walked boldly into Mountainview Elementary with his buddies and never looked back at his parents, who stood on the playground hoping he would. He got the backpack he wanted, some new Penguin high tops, the right shorts and socks. You're a stud, our son. We couldn't be more proud of you.