Back to School

The Friday before school started, we attended "Meet the Teacher" and went to visit the boys' classrooms. JW was extremely excited and couldn't wait to actually start on Monday (although he was slightly confused as to why he had the same classroom as "camp" this summer, but 2 new teachers). CM, on the other hand, started screaming as soon as we pulled into the parking lot. Mr. Separation Anxiety has the same 2 teachers AND the same classroom as over the summer, but he was still inconsolable during our visit.

On the first day, CM actually did amazingly well. He smiled at the teachers instead of crying, went immediately to play instead of clinging to me, and then waved as I was leaving, only whining slightly. JW was very shy on his way in to his classroom but then went over and jumped right in to a game a few boys were playing.

After school, we went to Ben&Jerry's to get some celebration ice cream. Think they liked it? :)

I'm especially interested in seeing how JW does this year, as his class' curriculum is all about kindergarten prep. We're a little nervous about sending him to K at age 5 so a large part of our decision will hinge on how much he learns this year. I can't believe we're even talking about Kindergarten already....where did my baby go?

Storytime with Jacks

When Mama's Away....

One of my favorite things about leaving the boys with Daddy is that by the next day, they've always learned something new.

JW has been watching the movie Spaceballs with A. He likes the big spaceship and the HalfMan-HalfDog. There's some profanity in it, but we thought it was all going over his head. And then I had both boys in the Old Navy dressing room with me while I feverishly tried on 5 pairs of pants and 2 tops in under a minute. JW was dancing around trying to keep CM amused, and he decided to test out the acoustics of the small space. At the top of his lungs, he shouts, "We're not doing it for money.....we're doing it for a S**TLOAD of money!!!" (a quote from the film. ) Oh, the mortification. And when I talked to him in a quiet voice about the fact that that was a grown-up word and not appropriate for little boys, he said, "Mama, *MONEY* is NOT a bad word!"

And then last night, I had dinner with some friends and while I was gone, the boys watched some music videos with Daddy. A educated Jacks on the difference between "wussy" and "rockin'" songs. So in the car today, I hear from the backseat, "Mama, this is a wussy song. I like ROCKIN' songs." He practically rolled his R and roared, he was so proud to share his musical critique. So I started flipping radio stations to find something better and I stopped on something that sounded good to me. And yet, it still wasn't good enough my little rocker. "This is NOT a rockin' song."

Jacks also tried calling Daddy a "wanker" this weekend. Oy. I'm in big, big trouble. ;)