First Day of School

Well, I know I have slacked greatly on this blog for the wutz, but I'm here to try again. It is a new school year! Amazing. My boy has gotten so big!

This morning he woke up on his own at 6am. Also amazing! And we got up, dressed, teeth brushed, hair brushed... and we had time to watch TV. Lately he has been demanding we watch The Upside Down Show ad nauseum, so that's what was on. While we were sitting there, I plucked off a piece of red fuzz off his navy blue shorts. The fuzz was from his blanket. I said, "Look, it is a baby Schmuzzie!" (A creature from the show) and he said, "Awww. It's adorable!" and he took it from me and that was the end of that.

Then we got to school and I did the obligatory first day of school pictures. We marched to Mrs. Nancy's room and he threw the door open. She greeted him with a hug. To which he promptly extracted this piece of red fuzz and announced, "I brought my baby Schmuzzie!" *facepalm*

So, thus begins the school year...

Christmas Program

For weeks now, the wutz's school has been practicing for the Christmas program. Over and over. Bless them, they have worked so hard for this program. The wutz has been singing the songs nonstop. He'll be playing, then suddenly he'll burst out in song - a Christmas song, of course. You likely saw the video I posted of him singing "The Chubby Little Snowman" which is one of the songs they have been practicing.

During practice, my dear child was the loudest and the most boisterous of the entire school, according to the teachers. So that's why I was so surprised when Friday, after waiting for over an hour to make sure I had a good seat, as the Christmas program began, my child came down the aisle with his face as bright as his red pajamas he was wearing. Tears of pure terror streaked his cherub cheeks.

Ut oh.

As soon as he saw me, he ran up to me and I kissed his cheek and whispered he'd be okay. I gave him a loving shove down the aisle, then he suddenly collapsed to the ground. Face first. So there my crying child was. In the aisle as if he'd been struck down and laid out in the Spirit or something, until the teacher ran and picked him up and carried to his seat, where I could hear him crying that he wanted his Mommy.

Awwwwww.

Finally it was his class' turn for their two songs. I waited eagerly to see if he had calmed. But, alas, I did not see my dear child. I looked over each child standing there on the risers. No wutz. Then I leaaaaannnnned over in the pew so I could see down the aisle to the front of the church and what I saw, I shall never forget:

My child, my dear, darling child... was army crawling down the center aisle searching desperately for me. He would raise up at each pew looking for me. Then he finally found me and he scrambled on my lap. Where he proceeded to whisper/sing each and every song in my ear as we watched the rest of the Christmas program from the pew.

*sigh*

Second Day of School

I may never get him in another outfit this adorable, so I had to document it!

Belated Halloween Pictures

I is for Indian

Schoolwork

I love the feet. I can't believe how big they've gotten, though!

Fish Eggs?

E is for Egg



F is for Fish

E is for Elephant

More Pix:

Color!

I talked to the wutz's teacher today after school. She said he did very well today - he hardly hit at all! I'm soooo proud!

Truly, I'm glad he seems to be improving. I really hated the thought of having that child. You know, the class bully!

After school, we went home and he did a little big of color. Man, I love those washable markers. They are a sanity saver, aren't they?





And here is today's artwork from school:

C is for...

And a bit of art leftover from two weeks ago when they learned 'A'

Hissy Fit!

The wutz did not not want to go to school today! He was fine the entire drive there, but as soon as I pulled into the parking lot of his school, he pitched a bloody fit. I reached back and unsnapped his carseat buckles and he proceeded in a daring attempt to rebuckle himself into the carseat.

I had to carry him, kicking and screaming, into the classroom. He held onto me for dear life as he sniffled and snuffled and demanded we go back to the car.

I have no idea what was up with him, but my only guess is that he wanted to go to Granny and PopPop's house, instead of school.

Next week begins our beach vacation, so we won't have to go through this again next week, but I wonder if it will be worse the following Tuesday!

So it begins...

The wutz has been in school for one week. Already we've ordered T-shirts with the school logo on them, purchased the various required supplies, and prepared for Sharing Day and upcoming picture day. And today we participated in his very first birthday party for a classmate. It seems like it has all happened so fast. I've been sucked down into that blackhole of responsible and semi-required parenting of a school aged child.

I have a couple of friends that have children that are the wutz's age. But we are always traveling in different directions and no effort for a playdate, or whatever it is called, is ever made.

However, today during the pool party, I met several new parents that seemed quite nice. I'm definitely no social butterfly but, naturally, talk of get-togethers and playdates were mentioned. I had to secretly wonder if any of it would actually pan out. Probably not.

It was nice to chat with the parents of kids in the wutz's class, though. I hope since they've seen we are normal parents, too, that they won't get extremely angry if my child continues to whack on their children's heads during playtime.

All in all, the pool party was great fun. The wutz is still unsure of water, but he loved the fountain play area. He kept insisting that I join in with him, though. So, I undoubtably looked like a drowned rat by the time the party was over. Oh well. It was fun!



Artwork the wutz did Thursday (8-14-08) at school: