I'm so behind on this! Something worth noting in a major way happened: my little J started preschool. Can you believe it? I've said before that I don't regret at ALL keeping him with me his entire life thus far...but kindergarten looms ahead, and I just thought it was unfair to send him straight to that having never done any type of structured school away from me. Key phrasing being "away from me." So I'd thought about doing the same place Sage went, and I even had the paper work from there. It was 3 days a week, 3 hours a day. It gave me no time to get anything done, but I was pleased with that place with Sage, but the issue was that their K-4 was full, and he would be in K-3. Even though I'm sure it would've been fine...it wasn't EXACTLY what I wanted. A few weeks later, I got a phone call from Nichole saying that our church was opening up a 2 day a week "Mom's Day Out," but it was going to have curriculum. They'd do their alphabet, numbers, colors, writing, Christmas program, and she was going to be the teacher through Christmas (until she has another baby). My issue was that all K-4 programs aside from St Mark, where I was going to send him, were 5 days a week, 5 hours a day. Can we say overkill? But I also didn't want to just send him to a 2 day daycare. I wanted him to learn. I wanted him to have class parties and make things. If you'd not seen Jaggar singing his alphabet, it's because he DOESN'T. Anyway, it was the perfect solution. I'd been talking about it to him for weeks, and he assured me that he was not going...but yes, he was.
So he actually started the day after Sage did. He goes on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 9-2. I thought he'd enjoy packing his lunch, and he did get into that...kind of.
This is better. Getting ready to go. He picked out a new Monsters Inc backpack when we were in Louisville. It lights up and everything. My baby.
Such a good looking boy
Here is the car ride. It appears we're headed to a funeral based on Jaggar's mood.
While Nichole thought that being at church would be nice and familiar for him...that was not the strong point for me. It's nice that he knows some of the kids, but he does not think this is school. He actually told me on the 2nd day while riding in the car there, "Um...just so you know, that is NOT school. It is church. ALL'S I do is go to church EVERYDAY!" Needless to say, I was rolling.
While Nichole thought that being at church would be nice and familiar for him...that was not the strong point for me. It's nice that he knows some of the kids, but he does not think this is school. He actually told me on the 2nd day while riding in the car there, "Um...just so you know, that is NOT school. It is church. ALL'S I do is go to church EVERYDAY!" Needless to say, I was rolling.
Sweet boy. I told him that when I came to pick him up that I'd take him out for ice cream for his first day of school.
When Travis and I left, we stopped and ate breakfast at....Shoney's. I've come SUCH a long way. There used to be no WAY I'd have eaten at HALF of the places I've graced lately. Travis really can't believe it. I used to be the most difficult person in the world to choose a restaurant with and now I'm like whatever. And this boy LOVED eggs. My other kids had NOTHING but baby food until they were like 2, but Costner Bleu is eating off of our plates. I still try baby food, but he hates it and he has from the get go. Sooo, if he's not choking, why not?
That afternoon, I had one happy boy. And you know what they told me? The kid who won't count, won't say his ABCs, colors, ANYTHING, was the first in the class to shout out the letter A when it was shown AND to write it. Like he knew how. Yes. So I was shocked and excited, so when I showed him the letter A from one of the papers he did, I said, "Jaggar, what letter is this?" "R!" he shouts. "P!" Little rat. Yep.
Some of the work he did on his first day. He was SO proud of his papers. He ran upstairs and put them under his bed so "no one would mess them up."
Sweet boy after a long day. So even though he tries to make me think otherwise, I am pleased with the decision we made to send him here, and I know it will be good for him. (I'm told the second I leave, he starts playing.) And I still get to spend most of my days with him during the week while the option is still available. Love my boy.
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