Spring is a time for bloomin

When I came to pick up Jess the other day from her daycare I was greeted/bombarded at the door by all the three year olds each chattering away telling a different story.  It was funny to see them all vying for attention and how I could listen to them and actually understand what they were saying.  I made a comment to their sitter that it definitely was obvious who was getting ready to turn three and start preschool.  It's like when you're mid way into springtime before you realize you haven't had to throw on a sweater in months.  Almost without awareness, your little people blossom right before your eyes. Sure it's happening a little everyday, but one day the whip of their wings trying to flap almost knocks you down.

I remember it clearly when it happened with Alex.  We were on a trip to Napa with my parents and Grandpa Bruce was getting ready to unplug the DVD player we had brought along.  Alex who was muttering, at best, those days walked right up to him and said 'Bruce what are you doing!'  We all stood there, mouths open wide, astonished that a complete sentence had actually left her mouth.  It was almost as if Alex had been waiting to walk until she could form a coherent thought.  Our little overachiever.  

Gabby always loved to talk. Heck still does.  I have the cutest picture of Rick leaning down close to her face and the two of them chatting away. She was all of two months.  She was a great babbler.  Even today I have to remind her to take a breath in between babbles.  

So all these wonderful memories flooded my mind as I watched my littlest one and her buddies talk, laugh, and actually understand what the other was saying. There is something so wonderful about kids finally being able to communicate.  But again, just another sign that we are moving into another stage.  Preschool is just around the corner. The constant "I can do it myself" comments will ring throughout the house.  We already want to pick out our own clothes.  Oh my.  Yes it's going to be an exciting summer.