This morning's routines are silky smooth (the Bear even says goodbye to his fire truck and gives me his shoes to put them on). Except for one hitch. The Bear wants to walk to school. And Mommy is running late. Which is normal, but the Bear walking does not play into her plan of throwing the Bear in the stroller and doing her version of the 400 yard dash.
Mommy decides that it is easier to start the journey by having the Bear walk and explaining to him that at the end of the block, he will ride the stroller. The Bear agrees and everything is peaches and cream.
Until we get to the end of the block and the Bear refuses to get into his stroller. Mommy then tries to explain that she is late (she believes that the Bear can understand everything she says and that he will agree), but somehow the 21month old does not seem to understand nor agrees. Mommy puts (maybe restrains is a better word) the Bear into the stroller and then follows lots and lots of nooooo's and lots and lots of tears.
We make it to the daycare. Relief. Hand over kid for health check. Hand over kid to teachers. Sign him in. Then take a deep breath. And look around at B's cool classroom. And snap a bunch of pics (in general, these are prohibited at the daycare). And give a small thanks for having a great place to take care of our little Bear.
I have been wondering where the Bear has been learning his shapes (like hexagon) and new songs (baah, baah, black sheep). Yesterday during independent reading, he started singing baah, baah, black sheep to himself.
They already have a mini-math meeting.
With their pics!
Little people tables.
Parent mailbox.
Check out this kid's fave thing to do. This is the kind of influence that this daycare has on kids.
On the way home from daycare, the Bear insists on walking home. Despite it being polar vortex cold, the Bear actually makes it the whole way and even pushes his stroller for most of the way.
After we get home, the Bear puts his stroller, jacket, and hat away all by himself.
The Bear then proceeds to put on my hat.
Then he puts on Daddy's shoes.
Mr. Bear now has 15 or so cars/transportation vehicles/massive fire truck/even a caterpillar car amassing on our living room table/couch/floor. Today he pushes them from one side to the other and lines them up carefully.
Mr. Bear then picks up one of his favorite books at the moment. The one that Aunt Corey wrote for him called, "Bryson gets ready for school."
The Bear learns the word for tortilla.
The recipe is part of Alex's Christmas gift to me. I get to order weekday and weekend dinners, including a dessert.
No hands.
Closing the night with a bedtime story.
Mommy decides that it is easier to start the journey by having the Bear walk and explaining to him that at the end of the block, he will ride the stroller. The Bear agrees and everything is peaches and cream.
Until we get to the end of the block and the Bear refuses to get into his stroller. Mommy then tries to explain that she is late (she believes that the Bear can understand everything she says and that he will agree), but somehow the 21month old does not seem to understand nor agrees. Mommy puts (maybe restrains is a better word) the Bear into the stroller and then follows lots and lots of nooooo's and lots and lots of tears.
We make it to the daycare. Relief. Hand over kid for health check. Hand over kid to teachers. Sign him in. Then take a deep breath. And look around at B's cool classroom. And snap a bunch of pics (in general, these are prohibited at the daycare). And give a small thanks for having a great place to take care of our little Bear.
I have been wondering where the Bear has been learning his shapes (like hexagon) and new songs (baah, baah, black sheep). Yesterday during independent reading, he started singing baah, baah, black sheep to himself.
With their pics!
Little people tables.
Parent mailbox.
On the way home from daycare, the Bear insists on walking home. Despite it being polar vortex cold, the Bear actually makes it the whole way and even pushes his stroller for most of the way.
After we get home, the Bear puts his stroller, jacket, and hat away all by himself.
The Bear then proceeds to put on my hat.
Then he puts on Daddy's shoes.
Mr. Bear now has 15 or so cars/transportation vehicles/massive fire truck/even a caterpillar car amassing on our living room table/couch/floor. Today he pushes them from one side to the other and lines them up carefully.
Mr. Bear then picks up one of his favorite books at the moment. The one that Aunt Corey wrote for him called, "Bryson gets ready for school."
The Bear learns the word for tortilla.
The recipe is part of Alex's Christmas gift to me. I get to order weekday and weekend dinners, including a dessert.
Closing the night with a bedtime story.
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