Jack has had a runny nose the last day or two and as I was putting him down for the night tonight I noticed a rather large boogie obstructing his nasal passage. The conversation went as follows:
Mommy: "What is that big boogie doing up there?"
Jack: "Playing with his friends."
Mommy: "Should I get it?"
Jack: "It will come down when it is ready."
After the retrieval he wanted to marvel over its size. I am sure he will be digging for more soon, just so he can find one that is bigger.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
What is to come
It is hitting me rather hard tonight that my baby girl starts kindergarten this week. She is over the moon excited and thrilled to be starting this new adventure. She is not even the least bit nervous. She is leaving that task to her parents. Tomorrow is our orientation and meet the teacher. We are calmed in knowing that we got the teacher we requested who came with glowing recommendations. Hopefully she will be a good fit for our daughter as well.
I have a list of questions for the teacher and after school program. I am trying to imagine Allison's routine as she will be on her own when I drop her off under the covered walkway. I wish there was a couple days of dress rehearsal allowed where we could just walk the path to her classroom. It would make me feel better anyway. I am not sure whether to always send her lunch or to let her buy. Her lunch time will be at 10:30 am, do I pack a snack? Will she even get to eat one if I do? Is she going to be starving by the end of the school day? I feel guilty for sending her to after school program every day although I only need it twice a week, but I am petrified that she will get mixed up and end up on the sidewalk feeling abandoned when I am not in the car line on some random Tuesday or Thursday.
I have this pit in my gut that I am sending my child happily into a big black abyss where I have no control or visibility. On the outside I am waving and smiling, but on the inside I am angst ridden and worried sick. I keep trying to reassure myself that I have attempted to foster independence in Allison and in many ways I feel like I have been successful. On the other hand, it makes me emotional to think of her as feeling lost or unsettled and I think that is my biggest fear in this big world of elementary school.
Hopefully tomorrow will bring some reassurance and answers. I am certain that Allison will show great confidence and I will show my overprotective paranoid mother traits as we walk the route from the car line to the classroom several times. I think I may test her and send her independently with myself and Daddy as the two end points. That may be the most genius idea I have had all day.
I need to trust my daughter a little more. I have conversations with her and am awed by her quiet security that she has this school thing under control. School is her sweet spot that she thrives in and I think she already knows that. She will flourish under the structure and opportunity for learning that she craves. I really am excited to see what new skills and new ideas she comes home with as she is no longer a pre-schooler. This is the big time show and I know she will shine. I am the one who is shaking like a leaf behind the curtains with stage fright.
I have a list of questions for the teacher and after school program. I am trying to imagine Allison's routine as she will be on her own when I drop her off under the covered walkway. I wish there was a couple days of dress rehearsal allowed where we could just walk the path to her classroom. It would make me feel better anyway. I am not sure whether to always send her lunch or to let her buy. Her lunch time will be at 10:30 am, do I pack a snack? Will she even get to eat one if I do? Is she going to be starving by the end of the school day? I feel guilty for sending her to after school program every day although I only need it twice a week, but I am petrified that she will get mixed up and end up on the sidewalk feeling abandoned when I am not in the car line on some random Tuesday or Thursday.
I have this pit in my gut that I am sending my child happily into a big black abyss where I have no control or visibility. On the outside I am waving and smiling, but on the inside I am angst ridden and worried sick. I keep trying to reassure myself that I have attempted to foster independence in Allison and in many ways I feel like I have been successful. On the other hand, it makes me emotional to think of her as feeling lost or unsettled and I think that is my biggest fear in this big world of elementary school.
Hopefully tomorrow will bring some reassurance and answers. I am certain that Allison will show great confidence and I will show my overprotective paranoid mother traits as we walk the route from the car line to the classroom several times. I think I may test her and send her independently with myself and Daddy as the two end points. That may be the most genius idea I have had all day.
I need to trust my daughter a little more. I have conversations with her and am awed by her quiet security that she has this school thing under control. School is her sweet spot that she thrives in and I think she already knows that. She will flourish under the structure and opportunity for learning that she craves. I really am excited to see what new skills and new ideas she comes home with as she is no longer a pre-schooler. This is the big time show and I know she will shine. I am the one who is shaking like a leaf behind the curtains with stage fright.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Jack a doo turns three...
My sweet little baby is turning into a big boy. Yesterday was his third birthday! I like to reminisce about the details of my children's birth stories and remember the small things from their true birthdays. My husband gives me a hard time, but it is an honest inherited trait from my mother. I can't help but talk about their birth. I hope that the little details don't get lost over time, and they have a clear picture of the day we welcomed them into the world! Jack looked like a pug puppy with lots of rolls and big fat cheeks. He was 9 lb 15 oz at birth and has only gone up from there!
My Jack is a wonderful little boy with a great sense of humor. We are in the midst of potty training and preparing for preschool. He is loving dinosaurs, cars and all things sports. At this young age he can hit a tossed ball over the fence with quite good technique and hit the basket with remarkable consistency. And lets not talk about the size of the boy...we are already counting the scholarship offers.
He is getting into the fighting and wrestling which I am not excited about. It is all fun and games until someone gets hit in the face or tossed into the corner of the entertainment center. Jack is a really physical boy and feels the need for speed. He will state, "I need to run" and proceed to run laps around the house until I stop him. He revs up and takes off as fast as those stocky little legs will take him. He has his "running shoes" that help him go fast. And that little tongue is wagging whether he is concentrating or on the go. I am terrified that he is going to bite it off, but he seems to have the situation under control.
Jack seems to be excited about competition, much more specifically beating his sister. She is as motivated by her competitive spirit as well, so it makes for some pretty dramatic interactions. As long as they both think that they win, there is peace. Not sure how much longer I am going to be able to keep up that charade. Luckily they are pretty even in the winning tally, so it will be good for them both to experience the sting of defeat. I just want to avoid the emotional devastation that follows.
He has a mischievous side and has carved out a few really good hiding spots. Most of the time I hear him over the monitor, but cannot find where he has folded that little boy body into. He likes to squeeze behind chairs and tables and duck down where he can't be seen. He has played half of his nap time away quietly behind a chair before I spotted him.
Jack is a momma's boy in every sense of the word. He thinks that I hung the moon, and I am not going to be the one to tell him otherwise. He comes to my side of the bed first and looks for good long snuggles first thing in the morning. He runs to me with arms wide when I haven't seen him in a while. He gives kisses and hugs to me freely and those chubby little arms feel so good squeezing around my neck. He looks to me for comfort and even now often wants to be held. I know that I have spoiled him with affection however I know that when boys grow up they do not want to be cuddled by their mothers. I am taking every opportunity to kiss those sweet cheeks while I can!
Jack's third year is going to be a big one with lots of adjustments and exciting events. He is going to become a big brother! He is getting his very own backpack and lunchbox to cart off to preschool. He is going to become even more of an independent thinker and more self sufficient. He is starting to share the thoughts behind those sparkly brown eyes with humor and excitement as he is transitioning from a toddler to a child. I am excited and a little sad to watch these changes in him take place. I am so in love with my little boy and I am so thankful that God packaged him in such a dynamic and loving little spirit. Happy Birthday Jack a doo! We love you!
My Jack is a wonderful little boy with a great sense of humor. We are in the midst of potty training and preparing for preschool. He is loving dinosaurs, cars and all things sports. At this young age he can hit a tossed ball over the fence with quite good technique and hit the basket with remarkable consistency. And lets not talk about the size of the boy...we are already counting the scholarship offers.
He is getting into the fighting and wrestling which I am not excited about. It is all fun and games until someone gets hit in the face or tossed into the corner of the entertainment center. Jack is a really physical boy and feels the need for speed. He will state, "I need to run" and proceed to run laps around the house until I stop him. He revs up and takes off as fast as those stocky little legs will take him. He has his "running shoes" that help him go fast. And that little tongue is wagging whether he is concentrating or on the go. I am terrified that he is going to bite it off, but he seems to have the situation under control.
He has a mischievous side and has carved out a few really good hiding spots. Most of the time I hear him over the monitor, but cannot find where he has folded that little boy body into. He likes to squeeze behind chairs and tables and duck down where he can't be seen. He has played half of his nap time away quietly behind a chair before I spotted him.
Jack is a momma's boy in every sense of the word. He thinks that I hung the moon, and I am not going to be the one to tell him otherwise. He comes to my side of the bed first and looks for good long snuggles first thing in the morning. He runs to me with arms wide when I haven't seen him in a while. He gives kisses and hugs to me freely and those chubby little arms feel so good squeezing around my neck. He looks to me for comfort and even now often wants to be held. I know that I have spoiled him with affection however I know that when boys grow up they do not want to be cuddled by their mothers. I am taking every opportunity to kiss those sweet cheeks while I can!
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