Cute Baby Monday!
Home again, home again, and for there only being one hour's difference between the UL and London, good lord but it's hard to get over the jet lag. The fact that Bill and I are both somewhat sick isn't helping, and Andrew keeps sleeping until 9am, which would be fine, except he's also staying awake until 10pm. Today was a mad rush because it's picture day at school, and I didn't want him to miss out. (I think I got him there in time, though - all his classmates were having their pictures taken, one by quivering-lipped one, so we'll see what we get in a few weeks.)
That said, leaving him at school was a BREEZE. We watched his classmates for a few minutes and then I turned to him and said, "Okay, Andrew, I'll see you later." And he gave me a hug and a wave and said, "Bye, Momma!" And that was that. EASIEST DROP-OFF EVER.
I AM NOT CRYING. STOP THAT.
In other Andrew news (because hey, it's CBM, I can inflict as much Andrew-news as I like and not feel guilty about it), I have before me Andrew's first-term report from school. Well, sort of first-term, basically outlining his first five weeks at school. Mostly, I have trouble believing that he's been at school for five weeks now (minus the one week we were in London). My favorite parts: "Seeks attention by doing things he has learnt attracts instant attention - playing in sink, climbing bookcase, etc. Not aware of safety aspects at all."
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I should probably not find that to be half as funny as I do, except...well...it's Andrew, who tried to nose-dive into the river to see the fish and jumped off a hill and cracked his tooth on the pavement and has been able to climb the staircases since before he could walk.
And anyway, the very next line reports that he can count to ten. I have no idea if this is advanced stuff for a nearly-three-year old, but I'm going with "pleased" as a reaction, which is at least not as awful as outright laughter.
Anyway, pictures from last week, some of which definitely prove that (a) Andrew has very little regard for personal space and (b) Momma will take a picture of just about anything.
Pillow fight with Daddy
Daddy as a Jungle Gym
Looking into the Thames (tide was up, or I totally would have taken him down to the riverbank)
At the Princess Di Memorial Playground
That said, leaving him at school was a BREEZE. We watched his classmates for a few minutes and then I turned to him and said, "Okay, Andrew, I'll see you later." And he gave me a hug and a wave and said, "Bye, Momma!" And that was that. EASIEST DROP-OFF EVER.
I AM NOT CRYING. STOP THAT.
In other Andrew news (because hey, it's CBM, I can inflict as much Andrew-news as I like and not feel guilty about it), I have before me Andrew's first-term report from school. Well, sort of first-term, basically outlining his first five weeks at school. Mostly, I have trouble believing that he's been at school for five weeks now (minus the one week we were in London). My favorite parts: "Seeks attention by doing things he has learnt attracts instant attention - playing in sink, climbing bookcase, etc. Not aware of safety aspects at all."
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I should probably not find that to be half as funny as I do, except...well...it's Andrew, who tried to nose-dive into the river to see the fish and jumped off a hill and cracked his tooth on the pavement and has been able to climb the staircases since before he could walk.
And anyway, the very next line reports that he can count to ten. I have no idea if this is advanced stuff for a nearly-three-year old, but I'm going with "pleased" as a reaction, which is at least not as awful as outright laughter.
Anyway, pictures from last week, some of which definitely prove that (a) Andrew has very little regard for personal space and (b) Momma will take a picture of just about anything.
Pillow fight with Daddy
Daddy as a Jungle Gym
Looking into the Thames (tide was up, or I totally would have taken him down to the riverbank)
At the Princess Di Memorial Playground