Thursday, September 15, 2011

Preschool


                                      Landan getting ready for school.  I think he was excited!



Here he is ready to learn!

Last week Landan started school.  He goes to preschool Tues, Wed, Thurs, for only three hours.  I was a wreak last week.  I was really worried that he was going to have major separation anxiety.  I expected him to throw major fits when I left, so for weeks ahead of time I worked with him to avoid this at all costs.
When that Thursday came, we all got ready and actually got out on time and worked our way over to school.  He was a champ!  He didn't get at all upset, he actually left me just fine.  So I ran out the door!  However, when I went to pick him up, I was completely sideswiped with a totally different issue I hadn't expected.  He apparently had four temper tantrums that morning.  When Landan throws a fit, everyone within a mile radius knows that Landan is upset.  When his teacher told me, all of my excitement from the morning goodbyes was deflated.  I knew there was going to be a transition period, but four fits in three hours is crazy!  We had to talk and talk we did.  All weekend we talked about how big boys use words and talk about what they are feeling and not scream about it.  We talked about how our actions affect others around us.  On Sunday night, after three days of talking about his bad day, Landan decided that he wanted to "try school again" (his words).  Tuesday comes and goes (with crazy anticipation all morning) and when I go to pick him up, his teacher tells me that she is amazed at his change!  I am thrilled at this news.  I am very hopeful of great changes in him this year and I cannot believe just how different he is in just one week!

Friday, September 9, 2011

"Vacation"

We all have done it!  I know I have, and if you are honest with yourself, you have done it too!  You buy a new book you have wanted for a while.  You make a new playlist on your ipod.  You get to lookin' your best and buy yourself a treat (I always got a way over priced cup of coffee).  You settle in your seat on the plane early on and you watch everyone walk on the plane.  You start to play the guessing game.  Who is going to sit by me?  Please tell me that lady with the kid isn't sitting here.
Now picture my crazy crew walking down the isle.  It gives a new meaning to the saying "if looks could kill..."  We are a frequent flyers worst nightmare.  I wish I could wear a video camera to show everyone the crazy looks I get on a regular basis, but this trip was especially crazy.  I am not sure if everything was magnified this time with all of our stuff, we had a lot of stuff.  The hardest part is that I know that we look crazy and that we did probably drive everyone on the flight nuts, but that didn't stop me from wanting to telling some people off.
"Have a little sympathy, you may have been slightly inconvenienced on your flight but you can go back to your perfectly, awesome life in a couple of hours and you will be no worse for ware.  I, on the other hand, bring this crazy with me everywhere I go".  This is what I would have said if I had been in my right mind and if I wasn't trying to keep all of my children happy, feed, dry, entertained and from running amuck in the airport terminal.
Sympathy, thats all I want!  Is that too much to ask for?
:)

All our loot!  People actually ran away from us!