Thursday, September 10, 2009

The Day Out

40 minutes (!) in the art gallery choosing a frame for Alex's new wall art because the owner would quote only ridiculously high prices for the suggested frames. When I'd said that I would have to take the stretched canvases as is, he suddenly found frames within my stated budget range. It's still too high for wall art in a kid's room, but I was 2/3 of the way there, so I just went with it. At least I can reuse the frames for different art in later years. Then it was a quick stop in a kid's Tae Kwon Do dojo and gym for an inquiry about classes for a 2.5 year old. The Mommy and Me Kick-It! classes begin Sept 18 and were only slightly higher than I felt comfortable paying for 13 weeks. I picked up the literature and talked to Alex more about 'school'.

See, Alex's "school" had called me yesterday asking if I was going to be attending Baruch this semester, as Alex would be attending the Early Childhood Learning Center on campus. I had to say that I had delayed taking classes until January and she informed me that there would still be spots available for Alex, which was great news. So, at story time that afternoon, I told Alex that "his school" had called that day. I wanted to know how he felt about attending school. (I've brought this convo up before). He said "Preschool?" [I'd said "school}]. I said that it was "preschool". He said "With the boys and girls?" I said that it would have other boys and girls to play and learn with. He answered with an emphatic "YEAH!"


So, we stopped in the gym today about classes. I told him that it would be a school for sports, where he could climb and run and kick a ball and play. He said "With the boys and girls?" I guess he's ready for peer society. He seems really excited about the idea of being with other children. But he wasn't TOO ready. He asked if this school would be with a teacher or Mommy. I said "Both". He nodded his head enthusiastically and repeated "Teacher AND Mommy. Yay. Mommy. Teacher. AND Mommy."

September 10, 2009

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