In which we ponder ursine elimination

Our drive to preschool takes us along a winding, wooded road. It's actually nice to be able to see it every day. Never mind the fact that it's a terrifying drive in a minivan. Still beautiful. Anyway. I guess it inspired this conversation on Wednesday.

Evan: Mommy, do bears live in the woods?
Me: Well, yes.
[Thoughtful pause.]
Evan: But do they poop in the woods?

And we all know the answer to that question, don't we?

Seemingly satisfied with the outcome of his questioning, Evan then turned his thoughts to other baffling issues. Such as the Pope's funny hat, perhaps?

The First Day

How do I begin this without sounding like a cliche?

I'll just jump in: Evan is at preschool.

For the very first time. I'm just trying to process that right now.

When I took him, I asked him if he wanted me to stay for a few minutes or if he was ready for me to leave. He pulled me close and whispered in my ear, "I'm ready for you to leave now."

My heart swelled into my throat. It's still there.

I don't know what it is that I'm feeling right now. Pride. Love. And some sadness. My eyes sting a little.

The house sure is quiet right now.

I love you, little Evan.