Growing up

Today was day 3 of the kids riding the “bus” or rather “school van” to school. School starts at 8am and the bus beeps at our door (literally) at 6:45am, or 6:30am if the driver has had a good road rally day on our road and makes good time. I was not appreciative of his “good time” on the first day that he showed up 15 minutes early, because, as those of you with kids know, you can get a lot accomplished in 15 minutes (if everyone is cooperating). Anyhow, we are much better with the time, because now I just plan on the bus arriving at 6:30 am. Does anyone else think that that time is insanely early for these 2 sweet adorable little ones? I do.

Anyhow, I was woken from my blissful sleep this morning at 5:44am with an Eli asking if he could get up because, “I’ve had a lot of good sleep mom.” I said ok and told him to go potty. What do you know it, but in less than a minute he pops up on my side of the  bed net  and is peeking in a me through the netting saying, “Look mom, I put my uniform on all by myself!” What happened to my child? Putting his clothes on himself has always been a major struggle and to imagine that he saw them laid out by his bed and chose to put them on? It was amazing. Right down to the shirt tucked in, which he informed me is part of the “uniform”. This is such a change for Eli. I’m not saying that he doesn’t know how to put his clothes on, but it’s definitely not something he would willingly choose to go do on his own!

He truly is changing into a little boy before my eyes and I want to grab on tight and bring that baby/toddler back to me. Don’t you all remember those sausage legs and arms that begged to be squeezed? Now he’s just a bundle of lean muscle with hardly a trace of baby fat, although I still catch glimpses of it on his hands and feet. I thought I had another 2 years before this (bus, school, packing lunches) would happen! I am comforted by the fact that he is thrilled by school and questions of “How do you like school?” are replied to with an earnest “Great!”

Such is the road of a parent.

9 thoughts on “Growing up

  • Er

    Wow! Great job, Eli! That is a huge difference. 🙂
    Wait ’til he’s 7 and rolling his eyes at you…
    🙂 Oh wait, that’s just Cait.
    Miss you all and I hang on to every tidbit you write about Kenya and kids and all of it. 🙂

  • connie clemens

    Oh thank-you Anne… I have been noticing the same thing with my newly 3 year-old grandson. Now I can just get a glimpse of a hand or foot when I’m missing the baby days or grab a foot when he sticks his tongue out at someone 🙂

  • Cindi

    yeah Eli!!!! you are finally joining your cousin as one of the big boys.
    Anne, now you have joined the club of school aged children. Welcome. Wait till he goes off to Kindergarten that is when the tears will flow.. I have seen so many changes in Alek this year that I wish for the little 2-3 year old back again. It is hard to believe that Alek will be in First grade here real soon. Eli we are so proud of you.
    Lucy we miss you, here is a kiss from Auntie Cindi

  • Shawnna

    I’ve been noticing that with Lauren (and Reagan but I have a bit to go with her). In fact, today a few of us were at a fountain and commenting on how it was such a short time ago that our kids were just toddling along. Now they talk our ears off with their stories, and can do so many more things by themselves. It makes me happy and sad at the same time.

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  • Natalie

    Ian and Anne,
    You are so sweet to share these thoughts with us. We are tracking along with you guys: Kids get older even when you are in Africa doing this good work. Anne, I re-read your section about how you got to Africa, and I love where you say that you felt like saying to God: That was rude. Your sincerity is refreshing. We love you both,


  • Eve

    It’s amazing how they go through times where it feels like they are growing so fast right before your very eyes. Each age has its own blessings though. It’s great to hear these stories. We miss you all so much!

  • Grammy

    And so we keep those memories in a special sweet place that we can return to. Love and miss you.

  • Jenn

    Go Eli! I’ve also found myself recently looking at Oscar & saying… who is this KID (not little boy) in my house? And yes 6:30 is WAY too early for little kids!

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