After moving to our home in October, we tried to settle in the best we could. As we unpacked, I investigated the local preschools, trying to decide where we would send our four-year-old, Ginny. Quickly, I grew frustrated. While there were several schools, some highly recommended, I noticed that the tuition for preschools here were significantly more expensive than what we had paid in the small town we moved from (the “cheapest” costing 35% more; most cost 50% more). Could we find a preschool that would fit our budget? I found one preschool that fit our budget perfectly, provided we
Halloween this year was pretty fabulous, especially since Ginny finally “gets” it. Our celebrations started at preschool the day before and ended around 7:30 p.m. the night of Halloween. Costumed Cuties at Preschool Costumed Cuties on Halloween How did your Halloween go?
“Get dressed, brush my teeth! Daddy, I need to brush my teeth!” Ginny yelled. My husband responded, “You need to eat breakfast first, then you can brush your teeth. What do you want to eat?” “Oh. I forgot. I want Mommy’s cereal.” My husband had just dressed Ginny in the outfit I picked out the night before for her first day of preschool. Ginny, my three-year-old, couldn’t wait to go to school for the first time. She remembered the Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood episode about going to school, but kept forgetting one step, breakfast. “Get dressed, eat breakfast, brush teeth, put
Summer is my least favorite season. It is usually hot, humid, and miserable. My allergies and asthma go to maximum discomfort as well. While I do get outside more during the summer, I prefer to stay inside of my cool air-conditioned home. This week, though, I spent a lot more time outside because the weather was wonderful! With temperatures in the 70s, I felt like I was in heaven. If only all summer days were 72 and sunny with a light breeze. This summer’s temperatures and weather have been more pleasant in general; leading to a very active garden. My husband’s
My oldest, Ginny, is enchanted by the idea of school. It started simply enough. She would see a school bus and go a bit berserk. “Mommy, school bus!!! There’s a school bus, Mommy.” The thrill in her voice amazed me. What was so fascinating about a school bus? Then there came the despair. “Where’s the school bus, Mommy? I don’t see any school buses.” My daughter would say this with a quiver in her voice and a tear in her eye. I’d have to explain that school buses aren’t usually on the road on a Saturday, but since she is