Focus Shift

Yesterday was all about Nora as she started off to kindergarden. And today was all about Aaron as he turned 3. What I remember about Aaron's first day: The sturdy, unlike a newborn, feel of him wrapped tightly in his receiving blanket. At 9 pounds, 10 ounces, he was never a teeny baby, not even on his first day.

There were cupcakes for school and a few left for home. The real cake comes on Sunday.

A card from Aunt Sarah and Winnie -

with a fire truck in their package. And from Mom and Dad, Buzz Lightyear cowboy boots that light up with red flashes.


The Buzz Lightyear costume from me was somewhat less than a hit, but Nora liked it just fine. I'm sure that when Halloween approaches Aaron may take a second look.

Happy birthday, little buddy.