Yesterday was a disaster from the word go. Erik had to stay in since he had a fever the day before, but he was not sick at all. I have a cold. I was grouchy. He was hyper. Bad combination!<\/p>\n
At least he still seems fine today so I can send him off to preschool this afternoon. I love preschool, though I am worried that Erik is not in a good place. He doesn’t have any complaints, but from the little I’ve seen the teacher is not fun, dynamic, or even very likable. She’s old and grouchy. I don’t want that to be his first teacher experience, but at the moment he doesn’t seem to notice. It makes my stomach hurt.<\/p>\n
On Wednesday the teacher handed out special Halloween art projects. The kids had made little frames and then the teacher took a picture of each kid to stick in the frame. I know Erik can be a pill when he decides he doesn’t want his picture taken and I know it is not a professional photography studio, but the picture of Erik was so, so very sad. I kind of think it’s funny when I take pictures of him looking mad, but in this picture he looked like he was about to cry. I was no impressed. Maybe they were using old fashioned film and didn’t know how badly the picture turned out. Maybe. I don’t know. It just irks me that they sent home such an awful picture. I see it as further evidence that the teacher doesn’t like Erik, but then I think I am totally paranoid and it’s just a picture and it is hard to get good pictures of little kids. I’ll have to scan it in and show you.<\/p>\n
Ah well. I should know better than anyone that it is impossible to get get pics of little kids. I just spent several hours putting together the yearbook for our preschool co-op. It turned out ok, I think, but it was hard to find good pics of some of the kids. There were plenty of Erik, but that’s because I am a camera freak. Or was. I hardly ever get it out these days. <\/p>\n
On a completely unrelated note, I am so tired of hearing “Why dews that?” (Do with an s instead of does). Everything is “why dews that? Why dews that?” I thought we’d dodged the big “why” phase because he never really got into it when he was three. He would ask why, of course, but I could usually defuse it with a simple “why do you think?” He’d get so side tracked trying to figure it out that he’d forget to ask why.<\/p>\n
Ah, how my clever days are over. That doesn’t work any more. <\/p>\n
I can’t even think right now. Why am I trying to write an entry? I don’t know! I’m exhausted. I didn’t turn my fan on last night because it stirs up too much air and makes me even snottier. I have it facing away from us, but it still gets my poor nose going. Instead of hearing the soothing sound of the motor, I heard Mike snuffling, the house creaking, sirens blaring, birds singing. All those wonderful things that conspire to keep me up all night.<\/p>\n
I better go take a shower and see if I can wake up a little more. I have several things on my agenda for the day, so better get started.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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