Preschool debut

Ah, Peanut had a classic, classic first day at the co-op. Major resistance getting out the door. Don’t want to eat, don’t want to dress, don’t want to go. But, little man, I know we’ve only been over this ten thousand times, so I’ll patiently explain as though it’s the first conversation we’ve ever [...]

Preschool sized to-do list

Many well-meaning people keep telling me that having two children will not be as tough as I think because my son will be old enough to help. So I’ve put on my happy face and devised a list of things that I remember being daunting about a newborn so that my then-four-year-old can help:
Take over [...]

My new philosophy

In order to connect with my inner child and to empathize with my son, I will behave like a three year old for the next month or so.
From now on, when frustrated, I’m going to scream at the top of my lungs and throw things. The volume and number of items thrown will be inversely [...]

on that note…

This week’s Peanutisms:
“Mommy. Don’t EVER give me plain goat cheese again. I only want my cheese without herbs.”
“I want something really new that we haven’t had in long time.”
“Mommy, Daddy. ‘P’ peanut. ‘P’ pee. ‘P’ punkin. ‘P’ pree. ‘P’ I don’t want to do this game anymore.”
“I just don’t want one baby. They’re too little.”
“Mommy, [...]

Hopes and dreams and cheese

Peanut’s list, at three years and two months, of things he would like to be when he’s big, has not changed a whit since three years and one month. So I think this is really it. I’m looking into colleges. And since he wanted some that need college and some that don’t, and he unwittingly [...]

I think you can. I think you can.

Peanut skated into the living room this morning with one foot in a box car from his 1970s hand-me-down train set, flipping socks into the air with a silicone spatula.
P: Mommy! I’m flipping pancakes and skating!
M: [actually looking; in fact marveling] Yeah you are.
P: I’m cooking on the train. It very hot! [realizes what that [...]

Spring in my step

So last week’s experience at a potential preschool has me doing ill-advised cartwheels (seriously, our house is small, there’s crap everywhere, and I’m old and not so bendy anymore in the adductor region) about my family’s freaking growth and development as decent human beings.
What the hell is in their Kool-Aid, you ask? Well, we don’t [...]

Conundrum

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