Today was Michael's first day of preschool. Can you see the joy in his face? He has been telling us consistently he WON't be going to school. He can't. He won't. He doesn't like it.
His Diego backpack helped ease the pain a little bit.
Once we went to his classroom, he had a great time checking out all the centers and fun stuff they had, but once the children started coming in with the teachers, he clung to me. I had to try and sneak out...but my Michael is so observant..he caught me every time. Finally, they had to hold him while I left. Walking down the hall...I felt horrible. That boy of mine, pulls me through the hoops, emotionally. When I picked him up he seemed fine...not sure he wants to return, but not too scared of the place. We will see how he does. We are proud of him taking this big step.
A girl taking after her Dad, Lindsey enjoying her toast with egg.
A little project I have been trying to get to, but never seem to(seems to be a theme with us,eh?)
It's a changing table our friends, the Hartys, gave to us before they moved away a year and a half ago! Anyhow, this weekend I got the chance to sand it and prime it. I haven't decided whether to use it for my scrapbooking or gift wrapping(I have an addiction, really I do.) I think it will work out great either way. The fold out top will keep my stuff out of reach of the those little hands. Can't wait to finish painting it and put some new handles/knobs.
This weekend was a lot of fun....alot of family time outside. We
~played "jumping over the moving sticks"-don't you love Lindsey's game title? Cracks me up.
We watched our littlest take on many "big girl" tasks.
She got to swing pretty high.
Can you tell she was proud of herself?
She has mastered many new words and phrases....Here is a list. I am sure I am missing some.