nijibaby

I read somewhere that 3. 5 years old is the ‘stage of emotional belligerence.’

Someone in our house–naming no names–is so, so 3. 5 years old. *sigh*

Theo, in tones of pleased rumination, pointing to my stomach, “You look like Jabba the Hutt.”

Thomas, in happy agreement, explained further, “It’s all folded looking and kinda round.”

Happily, I can embrace my goddess-like goodness, ignore the unattainable beauty ideals saturating the patriarchal society around me and rejoice that the changes in my body also wrought the two beautiful beings in front of me… whose hair I proceeded to wash. Ha!

Talking about music, he asked me what I played.
Tony: When I was little I played the violin.
Theo: Yeah. When I was little, I crawled.

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Pausing from chowing down on his morning breakfast.
Theo: Last time it was Christmas, Mummy.
Me: Errr… well it was Christmas nearly a year ago.
Theo: Yes, Mummy, years and years ago.

Tony writes:
Picking up 5 year old from school today, while still on school grounds, I got the following rapid-fire barrage of questions: “See that girl there? She taught me a new word “sh-t”. Sh-t is a bad word right? I shouldn’t say sh-t, should I? When can I say sh-t? Can I say sh-t at home, but I can’t say sh-t at school?” Me: “Please just stop saying it.” Great times on the playground, great times I tell ya.

If I did the washing on Monday, how can I be folding 5 of Thomas’s T-shirts and 3 pairs of Theo’s pyjamas that I washed today (Wednesday)?

We have completed day 3 of life with a school-aged child. Thomas says that he likes it (and the nightmares are normal, right?)

And here he is afterwards:

Things that have happened during the first 3 days:

- they colored at their desks, and he had to write his name on the back. He was getting muddled and then realized that he could use the name on his desk. (“I didn’t put my paper over it and … and … put my pencil over it … I just looked at it to help me.”)

- they played outside

- they ate lunch

- Thomas is in the orange group when he sits on the rainbow carpet

- he knows where the loos are next to the class, but he can’t use the ones near the big kids play area because he can’t see the pictures which tell him which is the boys and the girls

- somebody hit him, but he told him not to do that, and he told the teacher/the teacher saw and put said child somewhere — he forgot the name of the place

- a girl who he sits with has asked for a playmate. He doesn’t know her name, but she has long hair ‘bunched together.’

- there is a special kind of clapping where they follow the teacher after the bell has rung.

- he saw his friend F* (who is in the other Kindergarten class) on the playground and shouted his name on the first day, and had a chance to play with him today

- “Mummy, we do have a nap. We don’t lie down. We put our head on our hands.”

Thomas “graduated” from his preschool earlier in the summer (and then continued to attend for a few weeks.) His first day at Kindergarten is tomorrow.

Theo has been asking for a ‘Wainbow Uniform.’ Happily, Thomas was able to identify Princess Celestia.

(Hat – made at preschool, Board game – the first time we have played a game as a family.)

Theo officially turned 3 today. (It was a busy week, so we delayed his birthday.) So here are some photos from our May trip to Kauai.)