Today was Zan’s last day of afternoon kindergarten; starting next week, instead of going four afternoons per week, he’ll be going five mornings per week. This should do to our family’s equilibrium roughly the same thing a hand grenade would do to a carton of eggs.
But I’m sure you’ll hear plenty about that in due time.
Meanwhile, back to what I was saying: this morning, rather than sending Zan to daycare (which he really hasn’t enjoyed very much for some time), I let him stay home with me. When it came time to bring him over to the school, it was approximately -76 degrees out, so I had him bundled in his ski jacket and knit hat, which, along with his jeans and black sneakers, made him look more like a teen-heartthrob/snowboarding-daredevil than a 5-and-a-half-year-old.
I still remember bundling him up and sitting him in this snowbank outside our old apartment, then snapping this picture with our little point-and-shoot camera. It’s dated Dec. 4, 2004. Wow. It’s hard to believe he’s the same kid, and it’s hard to fathom how the time passes so quickly.
Fortunately, Wonder Woman and I are pretty sure we’ve figured out a way to slow things down just a little bit. More on that later. Meanwhile: stay warm.