Owen.

Owen is the most precious kid.  He really is.  He is sensitive and shy.  He is a home-body and a mama's boy.  He is an amazing artist.  His memory is not to be underestimated.  You cannot get anything by him, and  I'm pretty sure he is a genius.  He is very athletic.  He has the best imagination, and plays well with children of all ages and personalities.  He loves figuring out words, numbers, riddles, and asks very astute questions.  He has an incredible vocabulary.  He is fiercely loyal to his brothers.  He loves snowboarding with his dad and Bennett.  He loves skee-ball at the Fun Park.  He has a bottle cap collection.  He loves Soy Milk, but I think he's allergic to it.  He cries easily.  He laughs easily.  He is so funny.  He has a beautiful singingvoice. He has a Webkinz otter named "Stringy."

  

He just turned 5 years old, and he is going to Kindergarten. 

 

I can't believe this.  I am really having a hard time with it.  I'm not sure how he will like it.  Probably, as with most things for him, it will take some time to adjust, and then he will love it.  He will look the way he looks when he arrives home from pre-school with a smirky little smile on his beautiful face as he walks in the door with a "Hi, Mom!" and a little skip before unloading his backpack full of art projects and nature findings.

I hope for a teacher who challenges him and who loves him.  Someone who is gentle and sensitive.  I hope for him to try new things, and not be afraid.  I hope for him to find a friend.  I hope for him to love to read and to discover.  I hope for him to stay the happy boy he is.  I hope for me to keep it together when the time comes to let him go up to the school with all the big kids.  I hope for me to cherish the next 5 months of having my little boy with me.