I have the sniffles and no, it's not because I've come down with the Humboldt County crud. My sweet little C-dub, the king of momma's boys and keeper of my heart, has started kindergarten. I remember being sad on Tater's first day of kindergarten but I knew that she would be fine. Miss Independant practically kicked my butt out the door the first day of school and has had the same 'tude ever since.

C-dub, on the other hand, is much more sensitive and a little more needy than his older sis, so leaving him in the big, colorful classroom was a little unnerving. As I dropped him off, I thought to myself, who will tell me all day that he loves me? Who will tell me how pretty I am and how I'm the bestest cooker in the whole wide world? Who will ask me questions all day long and hint about how he wants to go to the park, zoo, Bounce-A-Rama, etc.? Ok, that's a part I won't miss so much.

And most importantly, what will I do with this guy?

Who's gonna play trucks and cars in the mud with him? Who's gonna take baths and have submarine races and farting contests? The poor kid won't know what to do with himself because I certainly won't fit the bill. Brudder is his bestfriend, not Momma.

The kindergarten teacher is great and C-dub already commented on how pretty she was so at least she'll have his attention. He's just like his father in that sense. He will be fine. He will be fine. He will be fine. Ok, I think I'm starting to believe it.

Gun-Gun and I are home now and the house is quiet. Too quiet. I didn't realize how much I'd miss the constant sound of chaos and raucous noises. We have lots of crayons and wall space so he'll have plenty to do. His older sibling, "Noggin" is also on 24/7 guaranteeing me some breaks.

Is it 1:15 PM yet?