Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Silas is sad at school
Today, I tried hard not to laugh when Silas told me that he was a little sad at school.
When we picked him up, he was super excited because he was a recipient of one of the suitcase activities for the weekend. He was convinced that he was going to take this plastic suitcase on vacation, but I burst his bubble when I reminded him that we need to bring it back to school on Tuesday for someone else to take a turn.
He told me he was sad about school because he's not allowed to talk to his teachers and he seemed genuinely upset by this. Being that he is three years old and highly intelligent, it is hard to know where the truth lies sometimes.
After his first day of preschool, he informed me that Mrs. Pat is his new best friend. At the time, I was just excited that his Best Friend wasn't his sleeping monkey, nor was it his imaginary friend named "Silly Head" (who I recently learned is a dog.)
Silas explained to me that he isn't allowed to talk to his teachers at school. Needless to say, he did NOT like this news. Instead, he's encouraged to play with the other children. Our son is a very personable little boy who loves to be around people and enjoys having intelligent conversations.
Mike laughed when I told him about poor Silas being sad. We are both curious to check with the preschool next week to see if the story is true or if slightly fabricated; however, knowing Silas and his talkative nature, we're suspicious of it being true.
When we picked him up, he was super excited because he was a recipient of one of the suitcase activities for the weekend. He was convinced that he was going to take this plastic suitcase on vacation, but I burst his bubble when I reminded him that we need to bring it back to school on Tuesday for someone else to take a turn.
He told me he was sad about school because he's not allowed to talk to his teachers and he seemed genuinely upset by this. Being that he is three years old and highly intelligent, it is hard to know where the truth lies sometimes.
After his first day of preschool, he informed me that Mrs. Pat is his new best friend. At the time, I was just excited that his Best Friend wasn't his sleeping monkey, nor was it his imaginary friend named "Silly Head" (who I recently learned is a dog.)
Silas explained to me that he isn't allowed to talk to his teachers at school. Needless to say, he did NOT like this news. Instead, he's encouraged to play with the other children. Our son is a very personable little boy who loves to be around people and enjoys having intelligent conversations.
Mike laughed when I told him about poor Silas being sad. We are both curious to check with the preschool next week to see if the story is true or if slightly fabricated; however, knowing Silas and his talkative nature, we're suspicious of it being true.
Hail Mary
This evening, I attended my first Parent Association meeting at Sydney's school. I had wanted to attend last month; however, I did not have a babysitter for the boys. Therefore, I stayed home… Only to discover a message (two hours AFTER the meeting) indicating that I should bring them along to play in the library's puppet theater during the meeting.
The fellow moms in attendance decided to start the meeting like usual… with a group prayer.
They announced "let's do Hail Mary." The women bowed their heads, made the sign of the cross and started to announce a prayer rather unknown to me. Ah, yes… this is perfect… they will figure out I'm not Catholic in my very first school encounter. Doesn't Hail Mary have something to do with football? The least I could do was fake the sign of the cross, hoping to have done it right and bow my head in respect of this Catholic prayer and school.
Hail Mary, full of grace....
And I'm done.
One of their children, who was also hanging out in the puppet theatre, laughed and asked "did you guys really just do Hail Mary?"
Inside my head, I giggled.
The fellow moms in attendance decided to start the meeting like usual… with a group prayer.
They announced "let's do Hail Mary." The women bowed their heads, made the sign of the cross and started to announce a prayer rather unknown to me. Ah, yes… this is perfect… they will figure out I'm not Catholic in my very first school encounter. Doesn't Hail Mary have something to do with football? The least I could do was fake the sign of the cross, hoping to have done it right and bow my head in respect of this Catholic prayer and school.
Hail Mary, full of grace....
And I'm done.
One of their children, who was also hanging out in the puppet theatre, laughed and asked "did you guys really just do Hail Mary?"
Inside my head, I giggled.
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