The People's President

Is it me, or is this just too much?



Josh and I saw this on TV the other night and just looked at each other.

Really? Does he not have more important things to be doing than commercials for George Lopez?

I'm all for having a President that "the people" can relate to, but this is a little much. I don't find it cool or hip or fresh. I find it inappropriate.

Six Flags!

Josh and I took Bennett to Six Flags today. Ordinarily we would not have done something like that, because we are pretty big on not doing something until we feel like our child will be able to truly enjoy it and possibly remember it. Especially if it costs you an arm and a leg. Children under 2 get into Six Flags free, but we still would have had to pay for our tickets. We didn't have to pay because my dad retired from Coca-Cola and still receives tickets every year for the annual Coke Night at Six Flags.

Greg and Cici used the tickets this year and took Malia and Elizabeth. From what I hear, they had a great time. When you go on Coke night, they always give you a few "bounce back" tickets with which you can return on one of the last few Sundays that they're open and get in free again. Greg and Cici were going to give us two of those tickets and keep two for themselves and we were all going to go again, with the kids.

Then the great 500 year flood hit Georgia and under water Six Flags went.


That was last Sunday, the 20th. I thought our chances were shot, since the last Sunday we could go was the 27th.

To my surprise, they reopened the park yesterday. I was hesitant about even going, because I thought it might be unsafe, even though they had inspectors giving the okay on the rides.

Greg and Cici wound up not going, but the three of us went anyway. Josh didn't care too much about going and almost bailed on me, but I talked him into it. It was FREE! It's 1o minutes from our house? Why not go??? It's just like going to the park except it's a much cooler park with lots of fun stuff to do and see. FOR FREE. Well, we did wind up having to pay $10 to park, but I can't complain about that.

As we approached Six Flags from the parking lot, Bennett discovered the Georgia Cyclone. As the coaster went by above us, he let out this scream/laugh/wail/moan thing, and at first I thought he was scared. It turns out he thought it was extremely amusing and funny.

This video does not at all capture what I wish it had, but it'll have to do.



We went to the kiddie park first to see what Bennett might be able to ride. He's not even 2 yet, so there's not a whole lot for him there. As Josh put it today, "They're not going to fill the place with rides for people that get in for free." Touche.

We rode this little truck ride that I think he was just a little bored with.

So, on to Monster Mansion (formerly known as Monster Plantation). I was a tad nervous about this one, because I thought it might scare him. Those things in there scared me when I was like 13!

He loved it. He clapped, he laughed, and he said, "oh no" a lot. Not sure what that was about, but he was happy, so whatever.



He did really well in the scary part too. He still just said "Hi" to all the red eyed, hissing monsters.

What got him was when we were exiting, no not the big huge scary mouth we were passing under, but the freakin' unecessary, out of nowhere fog horn they blew right in our ears that made me jump 2 feet! He jumped, got that sad, scared look on his face and put his head in Josh's lap. Then I looked back down and his mouth was open, but there wasn't any sound yet. But it came. It was just a little delayed.

I mean really? You weren't satisfied that a 2 year old could go through that place unaffected, so you try to bust their tiny little eardrums? Ugh.

Moving on, to the Hanson Cars. This was fun, but hardly worth the wait for it.

Then up the hill to the carousel. He was too young to get on a horse, but he enjoyed watching them from the carriage.

And then a train ride around the park.

He wouldn't wave at people as we passed, which is the whole idea when you ride the train, but as soon as we'd stop at the station, he'd start waving at no one. Just waving his arm, saying, "Hi!" "Hi!" and no one was in sight. Go figure.

Snack time on the train.

And then time for a cool misting.

One last ride, the Log Jamboree. Bennett wasn't actually supposed to ride this one, but the guy let him go "this one time." He loved going through all the canals of water, and the two drops didn't seem to bother him. The last one (the big one) gave him a tiny scare, but it didn't last long. He said, "Ah wah" when we were done, which meant "Again." We didn't go again, though, because it was time to go.

One last stop outside the park to watch the Goliath roller coaster go by a couple times. That may have been his favorite thing today; just watching the big coasters go by. The whole time they zipped around, he said, "oh no."

So cute. It was so much fun. I get such a kick out of seeing his reaction to new things. I can't wait to go again, although he won't get in free next time; it'll cost us like $30.

Guess we'll just have to wait for Coke night or the bounce back tickets!

Stroller Giveaway at The Shopping Mama

Okay, so my sister-in-law Lauren blogged about this stroller giveaway at The Shopping Mama. Of course, I clicked on over and checked it out and thought, why not? I will almost certainly need a double stroller in the near future. How fantastic would it be to WIN one? Pretty fantastic.

It's for a Bumbleride Indie Twin stroller that sounds pretty darn great. Check it out and if you're in the market, make sure to enter the giveaway! Ends October 14th.

New Things

Some new things Bennett is doing these days:

For a while now he has been clapping and saying, “Yay!........” after a song ends or when he does something good, but now he does that and ends it with, “Dah – doo.” (Thank you). Even before he’s done clapping, he’ll say, “Dah – doo.” He sounds like some performer on stage saying, “Thank you, I’ll be here all night.”

He’s into holding hands lately. When he gets up in the morning, I pull him out of his crib and put him on the floor, and before we walk out into the hallway, he grabs my hand. He does this quite often, and not just when he wakes up. Sometimes we just walk all around the house, him leading me with his little hand in mine.

He knows his little lunch box and looks for it before we leave for Montessori in the mornings. He likes to hold it and carry it to the car. I hand it to him, he turns to the back door and says, “Leh – doh!” (Let’s go!) If it hadn’t been for him on Friday, I would have forgotten his lunch. But as I was opening the back door to leave, he was looking up onto the counters and I realized he was looking for his lunch box (bag).

Today we went for a walk around the neighborhood and he saw some kind of marker in someone’s yard. It was white with red on top of it. I said, “What color is that, Bennett? Is it red?” He kind of mumbled something, then I said, “Rojo?” He said, “Oho!” Then tonight while at Mama and Daddy’s house I showed him a red ribbon and said, “Bennett, is this red?” He mumbled, then I said, “Rojo?” He said, “Oho!”

Last week was our first week of no crying when we dropped him off in the mornings. He was still a little hesitant to walk in, but he finally did with some coaxing, and he didn’t cry. He’ll walk up to the outside door and knock on it saying, “Nah, nah!” (Knock, Knock).

When we were at IHOP with Steve and Lynn yesterday morning, Lynn took one of Bennett’s crayons to color with. He immediately looked at her and said, “Mine!” That was the first I had heard that. I guess the good things he's learning in school come with the bad.

Speaking of the good, while at their house, Bennett played upstairs in the bonus room where Lynn has all kinds of great toys. They’re all very organized and tidy. Bennett found a basket full of happy meal toys on a chest. He took the basket and carefully carried it to the coffee table and began to take toys out. He and Lynn played with all the little toys for a while, then later he helped her put them all back in. He then took the basket and carried it over towards the chest. He kind of stopped and looked back and forth a little bit, and I realized he was trying to figure out where he had gotten it from. I said, “There, Bennett, on top of that table." It was a chest, but he knows the word table better, and it looked enough like a table. He then took the basket over and put it right on the chest where he had gotten it.

He's beginning to "count." He loves to count my toes. He's constantly bending down, touching my toes and saying, "doo, doo, dee, doh, dah!" Daddy swears he counted his in Spanish the other day, but I have yet to see that. :)

If he hears someone or a group of people laughing in a restaurant or the grocery store or something, he'll turn and laugh (very loudly) with them. It's such a cute, fake laugh.

I know there are so many more, but my brain is tired. My brain and my body. If I think of them, I'll add them to the next update list.

General Update

Sittin' here on a rainy day wondering what I'm going to write about. It seems like everyone has been slacking lately. Is everybody in the same writing rut that I am? There's plenty to write about (even more than you know), but I just haven't been able to find the energy to put it into words.

To start, Josh and I had a wonderful 5 year anniversary on the 4th of this month, celebrating at the Sweetwater Brewery and then to Maggiano's for a mouth watering meal. Oh, man, was it good.

My family used to go there every Christmas; it was our little tradition. Well the last couple of years have been kind of hectic, so we've skipped the annual Maggiano's outing. While Josh and I were standing in the lobby waiting on our table that night, he said to me, "What does it smell like in here to you?" I said, "Parmesan cheese." He said, "Yeah, but what else?" I said, "Um... maybe garlic and more parmesan cheese." He said, "You know what I think it smells like?" I said, "What?" He said, "Christmas." Aww... He was right. So we decided that we have to do our Maggiano's Christmas meal this year. Although I don't guess it's really up to us, since it has always been Mama's treat. We told her how we felt and I think she's more than up for it.

So that was our anniversary. Then there was the first Georgia football game the following weekend. We went over to a friend's house and watched it with them and several other people. Not such an impressive show. Oh well, better luck with the Gamecocks.

And better luck we had. What a great game. Josh and I were supposed to go to that game. First home game in Athens. And it was a night game. I always loved night games. There's just something about being able to hang out in Athens all day on that beautiful campus and then enter the stadium with 85,000 other people and watch it get dark. The lights come on, the roar of those 85,000 people cheering for their team... oh what a feeling.

Well the morning of the game, one of Jeff's to-be tenants called me and wanted out of the lease because the house needed a little more work than he was willing to overlook. I was all stressed out and needed to handle the situation. I could have handled what needed to be handled right then and there, gone to the game, then addressed the other issues the next day, but I couldn't even think about anything else. I don't think I would have been able to enjoy myself for worrying about what needed to be done back home.

Josh and I were having trouble getting pumped about the game anyway, for some reason. I don't know if we're just getting older (I know, I know - we are far from 'old'), or if we're just turning into homebodies, or what, but we just kind of didn't want to make that long drive and be there all day and then be so late getting back home. And for some reason, I was feeling anxious about leaving Bennett. I don't know why! I just didn't want to leave him. I got the same feeling that I get sometimes leaving for a trip without Josh or my family or something. I just get almost panicked and start thinking, 'I don't want to do this, I don't want to do this! Get me out of here, I want to go home!' It was that same feeling. Don't ask me what it was all about. I just get weird sometimes.

So we called Josh's parents and told them that we were going to pass. Heartbreaking! I sat on the couch next to Josh while he called them, stabbing an imaginary dagger into my chest. I felt awful backing out on them. And awful that we were passing up the opportunity to go to Athens and see our beloved Bulldogs play! So of course as soon as he got off the phone I said, "What are we doing? What are we thinking?"

But they were able to find someone to go with them, and we were able to go up to Jeff's rental property and work on the issues it had. Jeff was actually in town from Florida, so he was there with me, Josh, Mama and Daddy. We all got together and actually had a really good time working and visiting with each other. I took Bennett over to Greg and Cici's that afternoon (they were going to keep him while we went to the game) so that we could get a little work done. He walked in that house and was greeted by sweet little Elizabeth, offering him a sippy cup, a toy, whatever she could find to offer. She seemed excited to have a guest in her house, and Bennett was excited to be there. He just took off and didn't look back at me.

I'm taking a long time to get to it, but my next point was going to be that I've been busy with Jeff's rental properties. I've pretty much taken over the duty of property manager for him, and it just so happens that he has two vacancies, for which two people had paid deposits/signed leases, and now two people are backing out (I haven't officially heard the news from the other one, but I seriously suspect it). UGH! Not going to get into all those details, but talk about stressful.

So that's what's been going on. Oh, and I'm keeping one of my best girlfriends from college's twin babies two days a week so that she can go back to work part time. They are adorable and I'm happy for the opportunity to bring in a little extra money - and see my girlfriend more often!

So happy to have recently heard about a few pregnancies of friends and family members, and hopeful to hear about more soon! Love all of you and hope everyone is well and happy! :)

Deuce

Let me start by saying that Bennett has a bad habit of pooping in a brand spanking new diaper. It's like he's waiting for that fresh, dry diaper so that he can give his poop a nice resting place. I don't know.

Well, this morning after he had his breakfast I took off his wet diaper and let him run around without one for a little while. I do this every once in a while to let him air out a little.

I continued getting myself ready, getting Bennett's clothes ready and making his lunch before we headed to Montessori. Josh was at the counter on his laptop doing some stuff for work.

If you're a parent, you know that it's never really a good sign when your children have been quiet for too long. You know something's up. Well, Bennett had been in the den playing, but it got very quiet. I asked Josh, "Where is Bennett?" Then I spotted him and was satisfied to find that he was just looking out the window. Soon after that, I heard him beginning to grunt. I said to Josh, "Ugh, he's pooping in that brand new diaper I just put on him."

"WAIT - I didn't put a new diaper on him!"

Josh darted in there and said, "BENNETT!" Then, "Yep, he just laid a deuce in the floor."

And that's how my day started. How about yours?

Labor Day = Suckers

Sucker Number 1: Labor Day Parade, September 1, 2008


Sucker number 2: Labor Day Parade, September 7, 2009

Do you think we'll make it another year before another sucker is enjoyed?

Why Montessori?

A friend of my sister-in-law’s commented on my last post and suggested that I write a post on why I chose Montessori for Bennett over other programs.

I had decided that I would just comment back with my explanation since there wasn’t any really great research or comparison done. But then I started writing the comment and it started getting long and I realized, hey – why not make it a post? So here we are.

There are 4 main reasons for our choice.

Number 1: My Personal Experience

I went back and read my first post about Montessori and realized I didn’t exactly make it very clear that I went to the same school when I was Bennett’s age. Actually I think I may have been 2, because they didn't accept children under the age of 2 at that time. The director of the school is the same woman that was the director and my teacher when I was there, so I have a great deal of trust in her and the school. They have expanded from one building to three buildings over the years, but it makes me happy to know that Bennett's classroom is in the building that I went to long ago.

I didn't do any research on any other programs simply because I always knew I wanted him to have the experience I had at Montessori. When I started public school in first grade, I was one of the first students (and the only first grader) in my school to be involved in the gifted program called "program challenge." I continued to excel in school and have no doubt that it was in part due to my experience at Montessori School.

I can't remember ever not wanting to go there. The teachers were all very loving and encouraging, and I made some very good friends there (who also excelled in school later).

Number 2: The Language

The fact that my high school Spanish class was an absolute breeze can certainly be attributed to my Montessori experience. I have no knowledge of other Montessori schools' faculty, but the one I attended happened to consist of about 90% Latin American teachers. Spanish was spoken almost as much as English, and it was a huge part of the curriculum. Now more than ever, that is so important. I was very pleased to find it was still the same when I visited the school when Bennett was still an infant.

Number 3: The Environment

When I visited, I sat in on a couple classes and was amazed at how quiet the classrooms were. The children were so calm and content in what they were doing, and the teachers were soft-spoken and composed. Of course I'm sure they were on their best behavior, knowing there was a potential parent in the room, but since Bennett has started, I have never once heard a raised voice in the place.

The teachers appear to have the utmost respect for the children, the parents and for one another. It feels like you are a part of a very loving family when you go there. I know I am a little biased, having been a part of it so long ago and having such fond memories of the school, but I just can't stress how very comfortable I am leaving my child there. Right now as I type this I have a warm feeling in my heart, just thinking of the school and the staff.

Number 4: The Curriculum

I know each school/daycare/learning center has their own curriculum and approach to education that they feel is the best way. I'm sure if each parent had the knowledge and could choose, they would take bits and pieces from each and make the best curriculum for their child.

The thing I love about the Montessori method is that they focus on practical skills that the children will use everyday. There are activities that involve spooning beans or other small objects from one dish to another. This seems so simple, but it is a fun thing for the children to do (one of my clearest memories) and it does wonders for their hand eye coordination. Especially for Bennett and the smaller children who are just learning to use utensils to feed themselves.

All of the "toys" are educational. Every single item in the classroom has a purpose for being there. There aren't balls lying around or rocking horses; the children do not just play while they're there. While I can say that my cousin's Kids R Kids in Mableton is the same way, I think I can safely say that there are plenty of centers that just keep the kids happy until their parents come to get them.

In Bennett's classroom, they bathe baby dolls and dress them, wash their clothes and hang them out to dry. They take turns holding the snack tray and passing them out at snack time. Others then gather the plates and trash from snack and clean up the area. It's everyday things like this that children should learn at such an early age. My last post was about how Bennett now carries his dishes to the sink after every meal. I hate to say it, but I didn't teach him that. And if you read this recent post, you know that he's really only been there for a total of 7 days. I think it's phenomenal that he is already applying what he has learned there at home.

While I do plan to return to work, that is not the reason that we enrolled Bennett in Montessori School. It wasn't out of neccessity that we chose this program for him. It was a mutual decision that we wanted him to be a part of the Montessori program at such an early age.

Now the question is, how long does he stay in? At what point do we take him out and start public school? Do we start public school at all or try to afford private school? While I'm completely satisfied with our situation at the moment, we definitely have some bridges to cross down the road.

I Heart Montessori

One more thing.

Also within the last week, instead of finishing his food, throwing his hands up in the air and saying, "Ah nah!" (all done), he says, "Ah nah," gets up from his chair, picks up his plate or bowl, and carries it to the sink. After every meal.

I heart Montessori School.

My Little Ninny

Most of what Bennett says, I understand. He'll come up with new little "words" every once in a while, but it never takes me long to figure out what he is trying to say. Well, ever since he has been back in Montessori, he has started saying, "ninny." I've heard it occasionally over the last week, but I haven't known what he was saying.

Mama and Daddy kept him for a little while yesterday while Josh and I went to a Georgia football tailgate party (let's not talk about that game). When we got home, Mama said, "What is 'ninny'?" I said, "I don't know! He's been saying that all week and I can't figure out what it means." She suggested asking the teachers at Montessori, since maybe it could be part of a certain song they sing, or a Spanish word that they use often. Good idea.

This morning I was sitting at Josh's laptop looking at my facebook profile. Bennett wanted up in my lap, so I pulled him up there. He saw my profile picture (which is a picture of me and Josh) and said, "Dada!" I said, "Yes, that is Daddy! Who else do you see?" He replied, "Mama!" So I decided to pull up the rest of my pictures and see who else he could identify.

And then it hit me. I had to try something to see if I was right. I pulled up a picture of him and said, "Bennett, who is that?" He hesitated, then said, "Ninny!"

Ninny means Bennett!

How absolutely adorable is that? I love it! And it makes sense that he's just now doing it, because every time I go pick him up from Montessori, he waves and says, "Bye bye" to everyone, and they all say, "Bye Bennett!" Bennett is one of the youngest in his class, so many of the other children are already talking.

I'm sure they spend time each day going over one another's names and the teachers have probably said his name plenty of times, explaining to the other kids, "Bennett is upset because this is a new place for him." Or "Bennett hasn't been feeling well." I'm sure Bennett has heard his name more in the last week than he's used to at home. Plus, he's just getting closer and closer to being able to talk anyway.

So there you go. My little Ninny.

The Montessori Blues

I can't remember how much I've said about this whole Montessori experience. I think I mentioned that his first couple of orientation days went really, REALLY well, and then the next few days he started catching on to the fact that, "hey, this is going to be a regular thing - maybe I don't like this so much after all." He cried when I dropped him off, but for the most part, he was a happy camper when I would pick him up at noon every day.

Well, the orientation days were a Thursday and a Friday. The next week it was Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday that he would cry during drop-off but be fine by the time I picked him up. That Thursday, he woke up with a runny nose and puffy eyes. I took him on to Montessori, but decided just to take him back home with me because I didn't want him to spread any germs or sickness that he might have. Friday at home was even worse as far as the nose, the sneezing, and fussing. Over that weekend, he and I were both sick and just laid around the house all weekend. Blah. By Tuesday, I finally decided to take him to the doctor, because he just wasn't getting better.

He had an ear infection. She prescribed some antibiotics and I continued to give him Tylenol. Wednesday he woke up with a fever of 103. His body was ON FIRE. He had slept in nothing but his diaper, and his skin was actually RED, he was so hot. All he wanted was to be held and lie on my chest all day. Poor baby. Thursday he was a little better, and by Friday he was back to himself, but I didn't take him back to Montessori that day because we were leaving for Florida on Sunday and would be gone the entire next week. I thought, what's the point in taking him back for one day after being out an entire week and then not going back for an entire week after that?

So, to St. George Island we went and had a wonderful time. We did, however have a bit of a stomach bug scare when Mac and Rachael both had diarrhea and were vomiting in their beds at night. Mac actually threw up one night in the living room after complaining that, "My tummy doesn't feel very good." Poor thing! Lauren cleaned everything up very well and, no offense Lauren, I went a little crazy with some Clorox wipes the next day. I just knew Bennett was going to get it and then give it to us, and Lynn and Steve, and we were all going to be a big mess of sick folks staring at the beach from the house.

But, much to our surprise, no one else ever felt bad at all. It was just those first couple of days, and Mac and Rachael were back to sweet little, beach lovin' kids and the rest of us continued to feel just fine!

Bennett was pretty much great for the ride home from the beach, and I was excited and nervous about getting him back into Montessori the following day. That next morning, which was Monday, Bennett was in kind of a weird state. He didn't eat much of his breakfast, and all he wanted was for me to hold him. He acted this way a little at the beach, and Lynn and I wondered if maybe he was experiencing a little bit of separation anxiety. I hated to even think that, because I've been so happy with how independent Bennett is. He's never really shown any sign of any anxiety. Until then. I don't know if it was just that we were in a different place with different people, or what. Yeah, it was family, but we don't get to see Lauren and her family as often as we would like, so they were fairly "new" to Bennett.

Anyway, I wound up asking Josh to take Bennett to school that morning since it was clear that it was going to be a bad drop off. I thought it might be marginally better if it were Josh rather than me, since Bennett was tending to cling to me that morning and the previous week. Josh had taken the day off to recover from vacation, so he had the time.

It didn't go so well. Josh said Bennett was desperate to stay in his arms and screamed and cried A LOT. He told Bennett's teacher to call if he was inconsolable. I knew they wouldn't call; he always winds up calming down and having fun there. Well, what do you know? I get a phone call around 10:40 (he was dropped off at 9) saying that Bennett cried NON-STOP for an hour and a half before completely exhausting himself and lying down in the floor and going to sleep. She said he slept for about 15 minutes and was okay when he woke up, but that I should probably plan to pick him up a little early. Josh was already out running errands, so I called him and asked if he could stop by and get him. He did, and he said when he got there, Bennett was lying with his face on the tile floor, asleep.

When he got home, I tried to get him to eat something, but he wouldn't eat. I put him straight to bed. He napped for 5 hours. When he woke up he still wouldn't eat, and just lied around the rest of the day. That is NOT Bennett. If he is able, he is moving. That evening is when he began to tug at his tummy and fuss. Then later, while lying on Josh's chest, he let it all out. On Josh. Three times, back to back. Josh was COVERED in puke. So that explains it! I was so sorry that I sent him to school that morning and made him be in a strange place, feeling so bad. :(

Into the bath, and back to bed he went. After being loved on a bunch, of course. So I called Montessori the next morning and told them that I would be keeping Bennett out for the next couple of days due to a stomach bug.

I have been so stressed out about this whole thing, not because Bennett has been sick, but because I just know the ladies at the school have to be frustrated. I know they don't want a sick child to be there, so they'd rather I keep him out, but my goodness, it's been a MONTH since they first started, and Bennett has only been there 5 days. All these other kids are probably completely adjusted and the classroom is finally peaceful and orderly, and here comes Bennett back, freaking out, because it's still a brand new thing for him.

Please don't get me wrong - I don't at all regret keeping Bennett out for a sickness, and of course I wouldn't trade the beach trip for anything. I'm just filling you in on my inner struggle the past few weeks. It's just always in the back of my mind that we are the family that is keeping everything from being hunky-dory. I am the mom that would keep her son home for a bug bite. Bennett is the child that is sick all the time. We are the ones that hold their child non-stop and create separation issues.

Again, I know those things aren't true. This is just what I worry is being thought amongst the teachers and other parents. Working in that environment before, I know there ARE those families, those moms, and those children. But we are not them! That's why it's so frustrating that it seems to be appearing that way! We're good, healthy people that want the best for their healthy child!

Go ahead, imagine smacking me in the face and saying, "Snap out of it, Marcie. You're thinking WAY too much about this and creating more drama than there actually is." I KNOW.


So Bennett stayed home Tuesday and Wednesday. Last night he was playing, laughing, dancing - being his normal Bennett self. So this morning we went back.

He fussed a little when he realized where we were, and I looked back and saw the tears welling up in his eyes. Heartbreaking. He cried a lot when I left him with the assistant, but I knew I just had to go. I met his teacher in the parking lot and was able to explain to her exactly what all had been going on, for the first time. I was able to express my disappointment in the way these first few weeks had gone, and she assured me that "we will get there, don't worry."

I felt so much better after talking to her. Today is his first day going from 9 to 3, rather than 9 to 12. She said she'd call me if she needed to, and that we might just have to ease into the 9 to 3 schedule. Take it one day at a time. She thought I might need to come get him after lunch today, and then maybe tomorrow they will try to let him nap there.

I called around 10:45 to check and see how he was doing, and they told me he was doing "wonderfully," and that he was playing with the other children and doing exactly what they were doing. She said that unless I hear from her, just plan to be there at 3.

WHEW!

What a relief! Maybe we're on our way to normalcy.

Thanks for letting me vent. :)