This morning, I registered the little Bulldog for Kindergarten. Where did my babies go? How did this one go so quickly? I feel like I just registered Heartbreaker for Kindergarten, but he's in third grade. Already.

I told Bulldog that I wanted to squish him so he'd stay a baby longer. He laughed and told me, "Nawww..." I asked him why he has to get so big, and he said, "That's how God makes me."

Does God prescribe Prozac for mothers who can't handle their babies growing up? No? I call shenanigans.

I remember the day I registered Will for Kindergarten. We ate breakfast at McDonald's (correction: he decided, after sampling a bite from each part of their big breakfast, that I was to eat it - thanks, sweetie; Mommy needed a 20 point breakfast) and I brought him to work with me. I was still at Bookspan, and he was on better terms with my bosses than I was.

Today, I had to bring Alex back to Pre-K after registration was done. I felt a little sad, not being able to spend the day with him. But he was so excited to be back in his classroom with his teachers and friends that it helped salve my maternal guilt a bit.

I think tonight will call for celebrating. And maybe a few sniffles, when they're not looking. Don't want them to think growing up is a bad thing. Just hard on mommies.