Monday, September 24, 2012
A few things I want to remember
Our kitchen windowsill. From left to right: jar of sea glass; plastic platypus the vegan brought Liam from a garage sale; tomatoes; star mirror which lives there to boost something based on feng shui principles, but I can't remember what; parsley waiting to be eaten; Liam's back up plastic fish; playmobil milk cow set milk hauler; water for Liam's primary fish (a beta fish), it needs treated room temperature water; a rock; beta fish water treatment.
For some reason I've just been too tired of thinking at the end of the day to get things together in this space. But there have been a few things lately I really want to remember.
First, Liam has had no crying at school drop off, at all. He was nervous before the first day but we talked it through and he has been fine ever since. Better than fine, during the first week he asked if he could go to school 5 days instead of 4, because he didn't want to miss Fridays. So, he's a 5-day a week kid now. (Half days, but still!)
Second, the babysitter is now able to pick Liam up at school when needed. She has the extra booster seat, and he just gets in her car and they drive the 6 blocks home and here they are. Liam is totally fine with it. (This is despite the fact that as late as August he was swearing and crying that he would never, ever get in her car.)
These two things are in such contrast to last year, when he cried every day at drop off for the first month and at least once a week for pretty much the entire year, that I still sometimes can't believe it is my life.
Liam has had play dates after school at least one day each week. These are so far mostly initiated and organized by him. It is great.
And, finally, today one of the neighbor girls stopped by after dinner to say thank you for the leftover birthday cake we sent their way last week, and she and Liam got to talking about legos, and she said, well, I have a bunch of legos I never play with want to come see them? And Liam said "Yes! Right now please!" So he came and found me and said "Mommy, can I go over to (neighbor girl's) house with (neighbor girl) to see the legos?" And I said, "Sure." And then, "(Neighbor girl) please hold his hand when you cross the street; Liam, you have to cross only with (neighbor girl)." And then I went out on the porch and waived to her father across the street and watched them cross. And off he went, happy as could be, without a backwards look.