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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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ICLW: August

Is is really August already? I rejoined the ICLW club this summer, and can’t believe that this is the third one I’ve done!

Last month I wrote the ABC’s of Me as an introduction. You can read it and find out what size shoe I wear.

This month, well, this past week, anyway, mostly has been spent getting back into the swing of the school year. Classes start Monday, and this past week I’ve been setting up my classroom, trying to get the kids out the door on time as practice, and refreshing my memory on such skills as packing lunches, daycare bags and setting alarm clocks.

Also? I’ve been watching as my 14 month old son cuts FOUR GIANT TEETH at one time.

Thanks for visiting and any teething tips are greatly appreciated!! (we use Motrin, Tylenol, Hyland’s teething tablets, and are looking for more creative helpers!)

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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….