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This morning as I dropped Lucille off at preschool I stopped in the hallway to refill her water bottle. I have to admit I felt pretty smug not because I had convinced someone to give me a million dollars or because I was neatly, crisply dressed. I was smug because Iremembered the water bottle. And the snowpants. All in one day.

I know. It was as amazing as it sounds.

As I put her relatively clean (it had been in the car all night) water bottle on the shelf with all of the other water bottles that other mothers had remembered, I thought I’ve done it. I’ve finally come prepared for preschool. It’s only taken four years.

Lucille is in her last year of preschool, a sweet, idyllic place where her sister went for two years before her. In a few short months we will all graduate from this place where even the adults address each other as friend. I’m a little stunned at how fast those four years went, at how much has changed in that time and at how big, oh how big, my babies have grown. <Read more.>

Last weekend we found ourselves outside of Butte at one of Montana’s hot spring spots. As we drove into the parking lot Eliza saw the giant waterslide we’d promised would be there and she could barely contain herself.

“Do you think I’m old enough? Do you think they’ll let me on it?” she asked over and over.

Once inside we confirmed that, yes, with a life jacket, Eliza could, indeed, ride the corkscrew slide. I’m pretty sure the few hours that followed might be the thus-far highlight of my five-year-old’s life.

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