Amelia started pre-K this morning (half-days, 5 days a week.) We dropped Evie off at Tunbridge, listened to "Annie" in the car on the way to Calvary, walked in together, put her book bag in its cubbie, and put her folder in its place. Then she ran to me, clung, and cried. Oh dear. My heart melted, of course. She and I put her name up on the attendance chart together, then the gray-haired aide came over, sat down, took my little daughter into her lap, and I snuck away as Amelia leaned into her shoulder. I walked out, got into my car, and yes, cried a little.
On a lighter note, last night as we were starting the bedtime routine, Evelyn was pulling down her pants to sit on the john when I noticed that the seat was up. I called out to her--too late. She sat down. All the way down. Entire-backside-in-toilet-water down.
So last night turned into bath night. It was probably for the best. I'll have to post the pictures soon of Grandma, the girls and me storming the Maryland State Fair yesterday. I'm sure Grandma took a nice bath last night, too. :)
4 comments:
hilarious that you call the toilet the john...and sucks for evie that she fell in. we've all been there...
I'm glad you like my terminology, Esther--and really, have you fallen into the toilet before?? I'm afraid that's not on my personal list of life's unfortunate experiences!
yes i have...probably in middle school. not paying attn:(
also a john is a prostitute's client:D
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