It’s no secret that summer time with small kids isn’t exactly beach reading and iced tea over here. It’s more like negotiating with terrorists (anyone have a suggestion that might convince my 2.5 year-old that eating the toothpaste is frowned upon?) and perfecting how many different ways I can prepare the only thing Eleanor wants for lunch: a cream cheese sandwich and cupcakes.
Monday and Tuesday was the first day of preschool for Eleanor and Oliver respectively. Cut to me doing some awkward version of the Charlie Brown and the cha cha slide; or something like this lady:
Here’s what Eleanor wore.
Here’s what Oliver wore.
The advantage of starting later than others is that I get to copycat everyone’s clever back to school photo ideas… I took advantage of the kitchen chalk board for these shots.
When Eleanor came home, her first day highlight was “everything.” Predictable. I finally pinned her down to acknowledging that she liked the bin with her picture on it (to hold their change of clothes).
As for Oliver, his recap had more to do with the mud that he got on his sneakers at recess. And his teachers Miss D and Miss T.
I said it last year and I’ll say it again this year… I LOVE sending these kids back to school. Like really freakin’ love it, but I also can’t help but reflect back on where we were just a year ago. Eleanor couldn’t even write her name and now she’s sitting down for hours on end to create pictures like this.
She comforts her baby sister and helps her little brother get dressed. She has opinions and ideas. She’s shy but imaginative. With her siblings she’s a leadership force to be reckoned with, and with friends she’s enthusiastic and caring.
Oliver was… well, he was still tricky. BUT… he was barely talking, and now he will go on extensively about the nuances of the bugs he saw on the playset or why he needs to have his garbage truck in bed with him. (I’m not saying anyone else can understand his monologues, but he owns it.) He sings the alphabet and counts. He’s 49% potty trained. Of all the kids, Oliver is most excited to lift up my shirt to say hi to the baby. We’re still working on doing this in PRIVATE settings, but it’s the thought that counts. And one day when he no longer asks for a snuggle? Well that will be a sad sad day.
Again, I ask if anyone has access to a parental pause button (black market goods are fine… I checked Amazon and nada). The days might be long, but these months are flying by!
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