This, That, and The Other

So. I feel like I should post because it’s been, like, TWO WHOLE DAYS. Problem is, a lot of what is buzzing around in my head is not very exciting.

Blah, blah, blah…work is still crazy busy…blah, blah, blah…only nine days left!…blah, blah, blah…the end is in sight and I can taste it. It tastes good.

On to this, that…and the other.

This

Graham and I had a one-hour orientation in his future Kindergarten class today. Here he is all gussied up and excited to go:

He had a great time meeting his (possible) future teacher. A few of the kids from Playschool were there, and he did not want to leave after the hour was up.

Makes sense.

When he graduated from Playschool last week he was given a scrapbook that they made throughout the year. One of the last pages in it was another one of those “leading questions” sheets like they filled out for Mother’s Day. One of the questions went like this:

When I go to kindergarten I will…play there and take my bed there and sleep there.

And I think he would, if we let him.

Except that Nathan would be very sad.

He cried and cried (and cried and cried) when Graham and I were leaving today. (I didn’t take a picture. I’m not that mean. Just imagine snot and tears. Lots of tears…and LOTS of snot.)

He wanted to come too. I told him that he wasn’t allowed to come, and that he had to stay. His response? “That’s not a good idea.”

He’s totally going to Preschool in the fall.

That

After the morning excitement and drama we returned home for lunch. I checked my email and had a cryptic message titled “Photo” from my Internet buddy Whoorl. It said, “You better send me a cute photo for Whoorl!!”

Huh?

So. I checked out her site and saw what she was referring to. Sounded like fun! Off I went outside, camera in hand. If you know me, you know that I abhor taking self-portraits. I’m not against photos of myself. It’s just that when I do a self-portrait, something goes wrong with my face. I look like I’m constipated…or just like a deer-in-the-headlights.

I ended up taking about fifty. Or maybe even a hundred. Seriously. I emailed her my four least-hated ones and this is the one she chose:

It works…I guess. It’s good enough to be part of the mosaic party, and that’s what I was aiming for. I updated Facebook with it too. Hopefully this one will last for awhile.

The Other

Emily has been trying to pull herself up. I KNOW. She can’t get all the way up yet, but she can pull enough to peek over the edge of the coffee table.

If we stand her up, she as happy as a pig in poop. She stands there all smiley and smacking the table. And checking out the distance to the floor.

Oh, man. If she’s anything like her brothers she’ll be walking before her first birthday.

(Insert scream here)

She and Graham were having a hoot at the coffee table together. This is one of my faves:

I’m too tired to think of a good ending to this post.

(Insert nice wrap-up sentence here. With a big “HI!” thrown in for good measure.)