So Jack went to pre-school today. It was incredibly surreal to leave him there, wide-eyed and mildly freaked out, with a bunch of strangers. But it was FANTASTIC to have the morning essentially to myself, and, although I couldn't banish the worry entirely, I knew he would love it. And he did. He was all smiles when I picked him up, and he sang me two new songs and said they read a book about monsters.
Sadly, despite the enforced rest period, he declined to take a nap and spent the rest of the afternoon finding new and ingenious ways to get on my VERY LAST NERVE. I knew it was because he was exhausted but too wound up from the new experience to sleep, but still. I am only human, and told Andrew when he finally arrived home a hundred million years later that HE would be putting the child to bed tonight.
Of course, that was before Jack put himself to bed at 6:00. In his clothes. Well, in his shirt, because he goes pantsless in the house these days thanks to the potty training.
And so I give you the following photo essay: September Days.
First party dress
If SHE gets tummy time, I get tummy time
OK, you are both forgiven
Which brings us to the First Day Of School Jig:
I would also like to note that these size 3T pants I bought him, along with all the other 3T pants I bought him to replace the far too short size 2T pants, are all too long and also fall right off his non-existent butt if he's not wearing a diaper. Since the plan is for him to stop wearing diapers in the very near future, I guess I will be repurchasing his fall wardrobe. Sigh.