Okay, so turns out, Cole really was expecting a letter from China. Which he got late last week. The story is, while at Grandma's, Cole discovered that most toys have the label 'Made in China'. So, he decided to compose a letter to the "China people" to find out how and where they made all this amazing... stuff. Grandma told him she had an in with a friend that traveled frequently to China on business. Hence, the China letter.
Bit of a let down though, when the only information forthcoming from said China businessman was that he could find toys made in China in any store chain in America!
Not really the detail Cole was looking for, but it was pretty cool to get a letter.
From China.
So..... the boys have started school. The three oldest have come home everyday this past week wanting to write out stories or show me their science experiments or read their books. I really really love the school year. I really really really love that they love it so much.
Today was my first day shift of the school year. I started part time hours this month, which translates to 1-2 day shifts a week, since I still work my every other evening weekend. Today was the only day shift of the week, so, not a bad way to ease in. I dropped my baby off at childcare, spent my day around adults, trying to pass as a professional, and generally---- it was a really good day. I had all their lunches and stuff ready last night, so it was just a matter of getting dressed and in the car.
It was altogether ridiculously simple, especially considering how nervous I was last night. When I picked Ben up, it was with a report from the caregiver that he 'jumped right in. We hardly have any kids who are so comfortable with doing that.' Additionally, he made a best friend, ate 100% of his lunch (which I guess they provide... so much for the snacks I left) and slept during nap time. Our classically mute boy had no problem communicating the bare minimum of what he needed and only had one accident.
Not bad. Not bad at all. Especially when he actually ran towards me when I came through those doors at 3:30. That... not a bad end to a good day, I think.
Everyone must breath until their dying breath. (Regina Spektor)
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
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