Preparing for School

This morning I was getting lots of things ready for the start of the school year for my son.  In less than two weeks, he's off to preschool.  We're very excited.  He even knows the word, "school," has met his teacher and has been to two play dates at school.  If he knew how to look forward to something, I think this would be it.

So I've got a sharpie out and I'm labeling every single scrap of his clothing—including socks—and he and his sister are all underfoot around me.  He helped me unorganize several drawers, climbed up on multiple things he wasn't suppose to and read his father's book on the bed.  That's right, the one with no pictures.

He even found a new place to hide.  This was an interesting turn of events.  We were in the closet getting something and he and I heard the dog come out from some hung shirts and do that dog shake thing where you hear the cartlidge of their ears go fwap fwap fwap.  He realized she had been hidden under the shirts.  He had to investigate.

He crawled behind the shirts and waited for me to find him.  And he was fairly well hidden.  If he was a bit older and didn't want to be immediately found, we would have had one missing baby for as long as he was willing to stay put and quiet.

By the time Mimi and Gramps arrived from the mountains though, we'd gotten everything labeled and a big bag packed of items needed for the first day of school.

Next thing to do to prepare for the start of school...shift sleeping hours so we can have everyone up and fed so we can get to school on time.

The Big Boy Update:  Hoppy and Mickey.  He can hop and hop and hop now.  Little jumps of happiness.  He's also very excited whenever he sees Mickey or Minnie mouse and can say, "Mickey!"  And when the double whammy of The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse music and Mickey Mouse are combined, he's likely do demonstrate both of these new skills at the same time, hopping around the room saying, "Mickey!"

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  Alone on the potty.  Initially, I couldn't let her sit on the potty without being right in front of her.  She was great at sitting, unless she took a notion that something in front or to the side of her was interesting.  Then she'd do a lunge-fall maneuver and you'd need to be there to catch her.  She can do the same move now, but catch herself nicely.  So I can get her clothes ready for the day and clean up in the room while she ponders a book on the potty.