Jack's first day.

This is Jack. He likes chips and fast cars. He likes to wear cowboy shoes with shorts. He has the best facial expressions on any person I have ever met in my entire 34 years. Honest to goodness. Greatest.

He started pre-school yesterday.

He thinks he's all big and cool like his brother. 

He is.

This is me. 

I'm crying (but not in this picture. Here I'm peeing my pants.)

I'm sad. 

I can hardly stand it.

If only my boys would stop growing up, then I wouldn't have to either. 

And I could hold them and cuddle them and not worry about buying three gallons of milk a day because if they continue to grow they will each be drinking a gallon a day. 

Lord help me.

Did I mention I need another?