Wednesday, May 23, 2012

The Graduate

Eli has loved preschool. He's really blossomed. Become more social, independent, and he loves the structure and rules.  He says he's going to go to preschool and kindergarden this fall.  His teacher is a loving, no-nonsense kind of a lady.  Once I popped my head in before leaving and saw her scoop him up for a big hug.  He thrives with affection and does well sticking to the rules. There was only one day all year that he didn't get his treat at the end of class for being good.  It made him cry.

He made lots of friends and was always excited for T/Th mornings.  I was worried the kids would notice his Mousie obsession and tease him, but it wasn't a problem. They all thought the mangy little rodent was cool. A couple of them even bought their own mice.  His favorite friend, Aidan got one too. Sadly, none of the kids will be going to our neighborhood elementary school. 

Eli and Aidan

During the ceremony, the teachers said something they liked about each child. I was slightly disappointed when his teacher said his memorable trait was how much he loved riding the bikes at recess.  I was hoping for something more endearing like how considerate, loving, obedient, or careful he is.  Oh, well. Here's a shot of him doing what he does best:

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mother's Day 2012

Making cards for Grandmas

Milk Tooth

Not long after this last dentist appointment Eli noticed a loose tooth.  I was excited about it and only told him positive things, but he just asked "when is it coming out? will it bleed?"  He wouldn't wiggle it to get loose and I was worried we'd have to take him to the dentist.

Thursday his friend was over and I made him a treat of a lunch (hotdogs!) which he stopped eating and said he was full.  I figured it was the tooth.  He just hung his head and started crying out of fear. It had gotten unbearably loose and so the I made the poor boy a milk shake instead.

Before dinner we tried to get his tooth out and there were lots of tears and bargains, but all our attempts were foiled by the slippery little thing. Luckily it came out on its own the next day.  He came running "I feel something!" between sobs and spit it out into my hands.  I hope the rest of them aren't this dramatic.

He did have a sense of humor the next day. He kept tricking me by saying that he had another loose tooth.

New Smile