I big I can

If #4 could express one thing to the world I am thinking it would be I am big, and I can do it. The 2nd is a common phrase as it stands. This morning with her sicky stuff she was up for good at 5:30am. I was not interested but 2 year olds have a way of waking an entire house so she won. #3 got up just after daddy headed to work 6:25 and #1 just after that. With no sign of further sleep I drug my weak tired body out of the warm bed and got dressed. Since both boys have lost electronic privilege's a walk to get the paper for G was readily met with agreement.
#3 took off at break neck speed. That child wakes up on fire. #1 used the premise that he was walking with #4 in order to be as poky as ever. I ended up somewhere in the middle with less than 5 hours sleep for too many nights that was my best effort. Looking in front and then behind jogged my memory of how times really have changed in 10 years. #3 is heading to K in just 10 short days. Funny I was not sad when #1 headed off. I repeated over to many questioners that with 3 kids one of them should be in school. His younger years were met with such a fight to keep him at status quo the extra help of teachers was never a bad thing. #2 left me feeling sad for selfish reasons since #4 was just born and she was a HUGE assest. #3 will be the same, except there is a little more of a twinge. Is it because he is my last little boy and the mother/son bond is night and day different from #1? Or is it because I am increasingly aware that my little kid days are numbered and this represents the beginning of the end? Or is it because what I know 2 times over is that they leave little, naive and innocent and come back big, bullheaded and changed not all for the better? Maybe it is all of those, but one thing is for sure. He looks and walks a bit older these days.
#4 refuses to hold #1's hand and begins running to catch up with those of us ahead. K and C get dropped off and join the mix quickly morphing #4 to her fav cousin K. She already knows the difference between boys and girls. She already understands what skills she must imitate to be big. Man, I think all that time of wishing to for her to be 1, and then to 2 were a mistake. Between her fluent vocabulary speaking 8 word sentences, including earthquake, lightning, and more she is not a baby girl anymore. I am pretty sure I wished her to 3 and it already happened. Ok I get it, now can we please slow down just a bit until she too leaves for school?