It’s official.

 Kulia is enrolled for her first (and only) year of preschool next year.  She’s not so happy about it and when informed of her  fate she replied, “but Mommy, I just a Baby!”  My thoughts exactly child.  My reticence is compounded by the fact that we held Leina back.  She started preschool when she turned 4.  Kulia, by comparison, is a whole year younger and seems so small.  I guess I have six more months to grow into the idea of Kulia going to school.  It all seems so soon really.  I mean, the child is still in a crib and wearing diapers.  How can she possibly be ready for school!  The up side is, every time I mention school, Kulia bemoans her baby status and then curls up in my lap with her Patches for a thumb sucking an a little mommy comfort.  I am so loving that mommy comfort part.  My baby still.

Of course, I realize that Ms. Teri will probably insist on calling her by her true name.  Drat.  The days of Kulia introducing herself as “baby” are severely numbered people.  Severely numbered.