So....
Not a whole lot going on, actually. EB is doing great in pre-school, she loves it so much that she'll come home and want to play school. She has two best friends in her class, even though I keep being informed she's a bit on the bossy side. Ooops. I guess it's because she's used to leading Rob around. "Here, go play with you cars." And he will. "Finish your dinner." And he will. I guess I have to start curbing that somehow.
Rob on the other hand, HATES school. He goes to a program because he's developmentally delayed, it's paid for by the school district. The bus comes to pick him up and he howls. Since I have to take EB to school anyway, I usually end up driving him, because otherwise, he does nothing but cry on the bus. I feel bad for the driver and the bus matron. They say he's okay once he's there and situated, but every day "Don't leave me, momma!" I don't know where Momma came from either. EB is already taken to calling me "Mom." It used to be "Mommy," but yeah, I guess that's just too long to say now.
In anycase, they're doing well. Fall soccer is just about over, and I'm sending EB to dance in two weeks. Here's where I'm torn. I don't want to sound like I just stepped out of the 1950's, but I really want to put Rob in dance too. Part of it, I will admit - it's so easy to have the two of them involved in the same "thing." I was talked into putting them on two different soccer teams this year and it sucked. EB had 1/2 hour practice on Sunday mornings before the game. Rob had practices on Wednesday or Saturday, and side-lining them was hard. Half the time EB ended up practicing with Rob's team anyway. Not that the coach minded, but still.
So yeah, I'm going to put Rob in dance also. It's a combination tap/hip-hop class. He goes for free, because boys get full scholarships. If he hates it, I won't make him go, but if he likes it, I'll keep him in. But yeah, I'm getting shit for it. I hate thinking my friends are archaic, but I hear "That's great! Really. I wouldn't put MY son in dance, of course." I keep saying if he sticks with it, in High school? Girls love a guy who can dance. And then I'm told in return that he'll get the shit beat out of him, and he won't be able to dance in a leg cast.
He's three. He likes hanging around with EB even if she does boss him around.
Why can't kids come with an instruction manual?
Rob on the other hand, HATES school. He goes to a program because he's developmentally delayed, it's paid for by the school district. The bus comes to pick him up and he howls. Since I have to take EB to school anyway, I usually end up driving him, because otherwise, he does nothing but cry on the bus. I feel bad for the driver and the bus matron. They say he's okay once he's there and situated, but every day "Don't leave me, momma!" I don't know where Momma came from either. EB is already taken to calling me "Mom." It used to be "Mommy," but yeah, I guess that's just too long to say now.
In anycase, they're doing well. Fall soccer is just about over, and I'm sending EB to dance in two weeks. Here's where I'm torn. I don't want to sound like I just stepped out of the 1950's, but I really want to put Rob in dance too. Part of it, I will admit - it's so easy to have the two of them involved in the same "thing." I was talked into putting them on two different soccer teams this year and it sucked. EB had 1/2 hour practice on Sunday mornings before the game. Rob had practices on Wednesday or Saturday, and side-lining them was hard. Half the time EB ended up practicing with Rob's team anyway. Not that the coach minded, but still.
So yeah, I'm going to put Rob in dance also. It's a combination tap/hip-hop class. He goes for free, because boys get full scholarships. If he hates it, I won't make him go, but if he likes it, I'll keep him in. But yeah, I'm getting shit for it. I hate thinking my friends are archaic, but I hear "That's great! Really. I wouldn't put MY son in dance, of course." I keep saying if he sticks with it, in High school? Girls love a guy who can dance. And then I'm told in return that he'll get the shit beat out of him, and he won't be able to dance in a leg cast.
He's three. He likes hanging around with EB even if she does boss him around.
Why can't kids come with an instruction manual?