So, I was right – it was World War 3 this morning! We had to get up much like a school day so Noah could be dressed and ready by the time the bus got there. Usually Noah LOVES the bus but this morning? Nope. He didn’t want to have anything to do with riding the bus or leaving me.

It was breaking my heart because he just kept crying big ole’ crocodile tears and poking his little lip out. He said he didn’t want to leave me! I reassured him we’d have lots of time to snuggle and be together later.

I was hoping he’d have a better day once he got to camp but apparently he didn’t. Oh well, maybe tomorrow will be better!