Firsts and Lasts
FIRST trip to the Dollar Store for the kids (and first in a long time for me) – wow, what an easy place to spend money! Our finds brought on a few other firsts….. FIRST tea party, attended by our new spiders.
FIRST home recorder jam session….yes, Whitney plays it however she wants. I liken this to something in between Kenny G, and Michael J. Fox’s Johnny Be Good solo sliding across the floor in Back to the Future. Admittedly the breathy-ness probably pushes it a lot more on the Kenny G side of the spectrum. Dylan tooted his recorder for a bit but even before the day was over it became a Javelin, and then a two-part puzzle that Mama had to make “take a break” high up on the shelf. Oh well. At least it was only a dollar.
LAST day of Early Start for Whitney. We LOVED our time there. She is a little school super star who knows the routine and loves participating in all the songs. During summer session Whitney became obsessed with the dress up clothes – this yellow scarf accompanied her to a few Circle Times. Little fancy pants.
Cupcakes to celebrate her last day (and upcoming 3rd birthday). Dylan keeps calling everything sweet “Ice Cream” and he politely asked for more ice cream, please about thirty times today. Let me tell you, we have begun the broken record stage.
Dylan is obsessed with “driving” the cars. He tries for a chance to push all the buttons and turn the wheel every single time we get in and out of the car. And the one or two times I’ve let it go it’s just about scared the bajeezus out of me when I come back to turn the car on and find every noisy or movable function engaged. He also will play with water every chance he can get. Here the spiders are getting a bath.
Aside from this, I feel it’s noteworthy to mention that I have survived the greater part of a week now with Tyler out of town. No emergency trips, and I didn’t pull my hair out (although Whitney has been trying to do it for me lately). I have been reminded of how thankful I am that I am not raising these kids all by myself. Also, what a huge blessing it is to have my parents local…I basically moved back home for half the time he was gone. How do other people do it!?