Big, Big Day
Today was a big, big day. It's my Dad's birthday - Happy Birthday, Dad!
Ryan, Zachary, and I went to Open House at his preschool today to meet his teachers. School starts Monday morning. Yikes. Last year we tried this same preschool, but it was a disaster. Zachary just wasn't ready. I'm hoping (praying, wishing . . .) that this year will be different. There are a few signs that I interpret as good in this year vs. last year:
Last year: no warm fuzzy feelings about the morbidly obese teacher.
This year: seriously warm fuzzies about the energetic, happy looking teacher.
Last year: Zachary's favorite person was me.
This year: Zachary's favorite person changes minute by minute, and often isn't me.
Last year: Zachary rarely left my side unless I strongly encouraged him.
This year: Zachary rarely stays by my unless I strongly encourage him.
Perhaps I am graspin for straws, but I'm going to remain positive - even if it kills me. In a bold move, I scheduled two Pilates clients for Monday morning. Of course they both know the circumstances, but I'm feigning confidence now. So, open house went well. I really like his teacher and the assistant. Perhaps I'm feeling a little real confidence.
After Open House we went to Pump It Up, the jumpy house place. Our playgroup meets there once a month, we rent the place as a private party so we have it all to ourselves. As usual, Zachary had a blast, running and playing and jumping. He can now scale the climbing wall without assistance! While talking with another mother in our playgroup, I was shocked to discover that her child's bedtime is around 11:00 or 11:30 p.m. every night. What?? I cannot imagine having Zachary up that late, I'm in bed before that!
This afternoon I got my hair done. Last month I got the "Posh Spice" cut - that cute little layered bob that's longer in the front and shorter in the back. It's a great cut, but my hair is naturally wavy so it puffs WAY up in all this humidity. My hairdresser used the flatiron so it was all sleek and very posh-like. We have a big party to attend tomorrow night so I was excited to have the fabulous new 'do. When I got home Ryan reminded me we were planning on taking the little boat out after dinner to show Zachary the dolphins. Hmm. I protested, pointing to my hair, but lost the debate.
I made crab cakes and this yummy pasta (I'm using alphabet pasta - Zachary loves it) and a green salad for dinner. My hair looked great for dinner. Then I pulled on a headband and we went out on the little boat. We didn't find any dolphins, but we did see the Pirate Ship. I forgot the camera, so I'll just have to explain it really well. On the way back, Zachary asked to stop at the beach. Ryan dropped us off at the beach out from the Marriott. I thought we were going to walk on the beach. We had on regular clothes, not bathing suits. Zachary started chasing hermit crabs (a new skill taught by Daddy at Shell Island) and got the bottom of his shorts wet. He was upset at first, wanting me to wipe it off, but then he found the humor in getting wet. He gradually pushed his hips deeper and deeper into the water and then just plopped down completely. He thought that was so funny! He laughed so hard one time that he just fell over into the water, which elicited more giggles. It was so cute. We had to walk through the boardwalk restaurant in his wet shirt and wet Superman underwear. The patrons let out a collective "awwww" as he smiled at them. He is such a cutie. Now I have very puffy, wavy, un posh-like hair, but I suppose it was worth it. Besides, I do have a good flatiron.
Ryan, Zachary, and I went to Open House at his preschool today to meet his teachers. School starts Monday morning. Yikes. Last year we tried this same preschool, but it was a disaster. Zachary just wasn't ready. I'm hoping (praying, wishing . . .) that this year will be different. There are a few signs that I interpret as good in this year vs. last year:
Last year: no warm fuzzy feelings about the morbidly obese teacher.
This year: seriously warm fuzzies about the energetic, happy looking teacher.
Last year: Zachary's favorite person was me.
This year: Zachary's favorite person changes minute by minute, and often isn't me.
Last year: Zachary rarely left my side unless I strongly encouraged him.
This year: Zachary rarely stays by my unless I strongly encourage him.
Perhaps I am graspin for straws, but I'm going to remain positive - even if it kills me. In a bold move, I scheduled two Pilates clients for Monday morning. Of course they both know the circumstances, but I'm feigning confidence now. So, open house went well. I really like his teacher and the assistant. Perhaps I'm feeling a little real confidence.
After Open House we went to Pump It Up, the jumpy house place. Our playgroup meets there once a month, we rent the place as a private party so we have it all to ourselves. As usual, Zachary had a blast, running and playing and jumping. He can now scale the climbing wall without assistance! While talking with another mother in our playgroup, I was shocked to discover that her child's bedtime is around 11:00 or 11:30 p.m. every night. What?? I cannot imagine having Zachary up that late, I'm in bed before that!
This afternoon I got my hair done. Last month I got the "Posh Spice" cut - that cute little layered bob that's longer in the front and shorter in the back. It's a great cut, but my hair is naturally wavy so it puffs WAY up in all this humidity. My hairdresser used the flatiron so it was all sleek and very posh-like. We have a big party to attend tomorrow night so I was excited to have the fabulous new 'do. When I got home Ryan reminded me we were planning on taking the little boat out after dinner to show Zachary the dolphins. Hmm. I protested, pointing to my hair, but lost the debate.
I made crab cakes and this yummy pasta (I'm using alphabet pasta - Zachary loves it) and a green salad for dinner. My hair looked great for dinner. Then I pulled on a headband and we went out on the little boat. We didn't find any dolphins, but we did see the Pirate Ship. I forgot the camera, so I'll just have to explain it really well. On the way back, Zachary asked to stop at the beach. Ryan dropped us off at the beach out from the Marriott. I thought we were going to walk on the beach. We had on regular clothes, not bathing suits. Zachary started chasing hermit crabs (a new skill taught by Daddy at Shell Island) and got the bottom of his shorts wet. He was upset at first, wanting me to wipe it off, but then he found the humor in getting wet. He gradually pushed his hips deeper and deeper into the water and then just plopped down completely. He thought that was so funny! He laughed so hard one time that he just fell over into the water, which elicited more giggles. It was so cute. We had to walk through the boardwalk restaurant in his wet shirt and wet Superman underwear. The patrons let out a collective "awwww" as he smiled at them. He is such a cutie. Now I have very puffy, wavy, un posh-like hair, but I suppose it was worth it. Besides, I do have a good flatiron.
posted by Melanie @ 9:07 PM
1 Comments:
At 4:27 AM,
Anonymous said…
Melanie, I hope preschool is a big hit! I'll cross my fingers for you guys.
And cute story about sitting down in the water. Emma Rose did that once, fully dressed, and she too thought it was the funniest thing in the world. They are so cute.
Leslie
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