The sun is outside in full force, scorching my kids and their potato bug victims. Our backyard looks beautiful, we've worked on it even though we're moving in a few weeks. The sky is crystal blue. I hear and see singing birds everywhere. I am completely in love with the season summer! A has just started summer preschool and begs to go every day. We are so thrilled for him. I am convinced that he will excel incredibly fast. I went in one day to observe him through the one-way window and he was raising his hand to volunteer for things. Cleaning his station lightning quick and quickly becoming his teachers little buddy. Whether the teacher wanted that or not. :) I think they have to love that kind of stuff if they're a preschool teacher. Here are some fun pictures of Mr. A before his first day of class started. He his such a stud muffin!
On another note. We found a little birdie outside our house a few days back. We're not sure where it's home is, but the boys and I hope it's going to be ok. I caught it (yeah I know, gross.... no one died.) and showed it to the boys. They didn't get to touch the birdie, because unlike me, they don't have the presence of mind not to touch it and then touch their mouth. Both of them were very loving to it though. E is the big hat in one of the photos. Every time I scooted back to get more space. E would lead his brother, A closer to me until I decided that it was pointless and let them get a good look.
Both boys were completely in love with the birdie and very sad when we had to let it go again.
I had to tell him to give me at least ONE regular picture and that is all I got. One. :)
Here he is in his classroom. He's sitting next to the teacher's aid getting ready to play with some play dough.
He is so proud of the school work he does. We're making a scrapbook of all the things he brings home. So far he's brought us paintings. He's quite the Picasso.On another note. We found a little birdie outside our house a few days back. We're not sure where it's home is, but the boys and I hope it's going to be ok. I caught it (yeah I know, gross.... no one died.) and showed it to the boys. They didn't get to touch the birdie, because unlike me, they don't have the presence of mind not to touch it and then touch their mouth. Both of them were very loving to it though. E is the big hat in one of the photos. Every time I scooted back to get more space. E would lead his brother, A closer to me until I decided that it was pointless and let them get a good look.
Both boys were completely in love with the birdie and very sad when we had to let it go again.