2 yr preschool

Today, Houston started his first day of 2 year old Preschool. The past two years he has been in MMO (Mother's Morning Out) and never really been a fan. Of course the teachers loved him and said he played fine . . . but getting him there was always a challenge. Houston isn't one to wake up and go . . . he's like his daddy and needs time to get a grasp on the day. Which is fine . . . but come one dude!

So this morning was a rough start. He didn't wake up till 8:15 (which he normally wakes up at 7:30 or 7:45) and we needed to leave at 8:35 . . . try getting this child up / fed / dressed / in the car in 30 minutes . . . was challenging. There was LOTS of 'smooth' talking about school and how much fun he would have and how we needed to get going so we could play . . . he was SO excited. WAS. Till we got to school and I walked him in . . . and 4 of the 9 kids were crying for their parents. GREAT. Way to be late me. Now I have scared child who looks at me and says, 'Mama, stay.' because he didn't know what to do with all the other criers. haha. Poor thing.

Of course I had to make a run for the door when he got to playing . . . but he noticed and looked at me with the saddest face!! And then my hormones got the best of me . . . I started to cry too. DANG IT. I would always do fine at MMO . . . mostly laugh as I walked out. I know, I know. Great mom I am! j. But, at least I never cried! This time, I got into the truck and had to get a tissue. Seriously!

Other than our dramatic cry moment . . . Houston was excited. He picked out his shirt and shoes. He smiled the whole way to school. Talked about how Wes goes there too. Told me that I was going to pick him up. Said he wanted to play on the play ground. PROMISED he wouldn't teetee in his diaper so we could wear big boy undies the next day. Fingers crossed on that one! He probably peed his pants once he walked in with all the other criers. j.

Take a look at his first day of 2 year old preschool :) I didn't take an 'professional' pictures . . . I just snapped a few on my phone. I mean, it's not 'real' school is it? Gosh, I'm awful!

Houston walking to the truck with his book bag on  //  him standing on our front porch ready for school  //  Houston and I before he walked into his room with his name tag on (he didn't want to take his picture alone)

'my backpack'

Houston starts 2 year old Preschool this week! And we had to purchase a 'full size' book bag for him to put all his 'artwork' and 'papers' in for the year. Unfortunately for my 'midget', they SWALLOWED him and he could barely walk. SO, we had to settle for a smaller full size book bag. Laugh . . . if that even makes sense.

The task to purchase this new bag was horrid. Jess (Gi-Gi) and I went to Target Saturday to look for him a new 'back pack' (he likes to call it that . . . that's to Dora the Explorer). Well, of course I waited till the LAST moment to purchase a new bag . . . there wasn't much of a selection. It was either Thomas the Train / Dora the Explorer (pink and purple) / Transformers (or some other weird 'fighting' show) -- all other book bags were 'full size' and there was no way possible he would be able to 'tote' it around. So from these three choices, guess which 'backpack' Houston wanted . . . YEP. . . DORA! Oh gah. The pink and purple book bag. After discussing with him that we are a 'boy' and can't get that . . . he decided he didn't want anything. GREAT. He kept pushing us out of the aisle, telling us, "NO! Put back GI-GI!" or "NO! I no like, MaMa." . . . and pushing the buggy out of the aisle. YAY me. Maybe after 10+ minutes of arguing with a toddler about his book bag, Jess finally snuck it into the buggy without him looking. WHEW.

After our sneak purchase and getting it into the house . . . he now LOVES it. And wont hardly put it down. So . . . we are ALL ready for school!

We even took it to the Chapin Labor Day Parade and he used it to haul his candy in. Laugh. I'll be surprised if he takes it off at school!! j.

School

Our lil' Houston has started School. Well, not 'real' school, but it's the Mother's Morning Out program at Lake Murray Presbyterian Church. Monday was Houston's first day... and he LOVED it. The teachers said that he was the 'hit' of the gym. And that everyone wanted to take him home of course!

When I dropped him off today, he immediately ran over to the toys saying, 'ball. ball.' He could care less that his mommy was leaving him! Laugh. My lil' monster. And then, when I went to pick him up... he just turned his head, looked and me and went right back to playing.


It's very comforting to know he loves it so much. And its relieving to me when I see this in the back seat of my car...

... this was only after being in the car for 2 minutes. It wears him out! And I LOVE IT. Sigh. My baby is growing up.