Category: monkey antics

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It’s Like We Never Left…

So we have two days of school under our belts–me, my 13th (!?!?!) batch of students, and MAM, her second year of preschool, known as Pre-K in some circles. The beauty of Montessori is in the routine, the consistency, the predictibility…so after two days, it feels like really, we haven’t skipped a beat. Only MAM is not the youngest student anymore, and she doesn’t take a nap at school anymore. And of course there are new faces, and all of the familiar faces have grown at least 6 inches in our 10 week recess.

The teething monster I mentioned in my last post has yet to subside…the boy as FOUR TEETH poking through on the bottom, and FOUR TEETH poking through on top. Who cuts eight teeth at a time? Is that even legal? I am this close to calling MJ’s doctor to get some narcotic relief for the boy. And myself.

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Why We’ll Have to Be His Friend on Facebook

Or whatever the latest and greatest thing is in 2020. Today Jr. started back at the daycare we’ve been using since MAM was 10 months old.  My boy is 14 months old, and, it turns out, he’s been holding out on us.

At home, he prefers a bottle of formula over a sippy cup of milk.

At home, he prefers baby sweet potatoes to table food.

At home, he freaks at naptime and appears to not understand our requests.

At home, he bites us. A lot. It hurts.

At daycare? He drank his milk like everyone else. He at table food, no problem. He napped on his cot, and when he woke up, he stayed there when the teacher asked him to do so. He didn’t try to bite a single person.

Clearly, he saves the best for us. Clearly, he up to things we have no idea about. Clearly, we will need to keep tabs on this boy.

In other news, MAM and I spent the day working in my classroom, and had a really good time. She was delighted to be back at school, and really just wanted to know where her friends were….

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Beach Babies

AFM_BeachTurns out, my kids LOVE themselves some ocean. We’ve been going twice a day, every day, since we arrived on Friday. MAM loves to run down the smooth shore at low tide, announcing, “I’m Flying!”, wind whipping through her hair, without a care in the world. She’s not too loud, or too fast, she doesn’t have to be careful, or watch out for her brother, or do anything except put one foot in front of the other.

Come to think of it, she is flying.

Junior loves the sand–he can dig for ages, play with the shovels and pails, and look (and sometimes lick) the rocks. He loves the water–loves to sit at the edge of the sea, letting the water wash over his legs and belly, slapping his hands on the water’s surface. Tonight, while Daddy and MAM were riding the boogie board, Junior crawled into the ocean. Never mind the rocks, he just crawled right in, chasing the tide out to sea.

We may have a dip in our gas mileage on the way home–the amount of sand we will bring home, I’m sure, will be weighed by the pound. But every grain I have to brush off, sweep up or vacuum out is worth it–my kids LOVE themselves some ocean.