Two topics to discuss with you folks on this fine, fine Wednesday evening. I have puppy and lovey (lovey is pronounced buppy..you can imagine how confusing this is for MAD) and a little down time in the ole' cribberoo before I stare at the back of my eyelids for 11 hours. So, clearly I haven't been the most diligent about posts. For you to complain would be preachin to the choir - I complain about myself. Nevertheless, let me fill you in a bit.
Okay, well - I started skool. There are two types of skools. One I like on Wednesday mornings from 9-11:55 with Ms. Kathie and one that well..let's just say if the building were to self-destruct while nobody was in it, I don't think I'd cry. The second skool is Tuesdays/Thursdays. At first I owned that place. Day 1 MAD dropped me off and I pretty much did a no-look wave so as to not ruin my game with all the potential new ladies. By week 3 I realized none of the ladies
Lunch:
Chicken Nuggets - None
Peas - None
Applesauce - None
Roll - Maybe a bite
Milk - All
Nap:
12:30-1:15
In comparison, here's what mom's daily report card of me is when she's home:
Lunch:
Chicken Nuggets - ALL plus some of Mom's
Peas - Some..most fed to daisy
Applesauce - ALL and fed myself
Roll - 2x
Milk - make it whole.
Nap:
2-4:30 or 5:00
As you can see - there is disparity in my "norm" between skool and home and that's why, as I learned from Gandhi's salt march, I'm boycotting all things daycare as my non-violent protest. I'll keep you posted as to how this all pans out.
(*note: for all the grandmas, grammys, and gammys out there very concerned about my well-being - I typically am described as happy and active and have started to get a little better at my goodbyes. Ms. Dawn always carries me to the window and I can wave bye-bye to Mommy or Daddy as they drive away. I have had a few hard days but overall I'm handling pretty well and puppy and buppy come with me everyday. One of these days I'll sneak Daisy into my tote bag to make it really feel like home. PLUS, if you really feel bad for me you could consider moving to VA and caring for me on Tuesdays/Thursdays - I'm just sayin' :))
Alright, onto me being a big-boy. I have started to feed myself using a spoon. I mean, I'm not typically one to toot my own horn or anything but let's just say I had pretty much nailed it from attempt #1 as seen below and thus why I don't use a bib. How do I know I nailed it? I look EXACTLY how Dad looks when he eats his yogurt so I MUST be doing something right!
(*Gramps and Grammy..I just want it to be clear that the little bit of yogurt that spilled on my shirt did in fact come out in the wash. Still representin' Vegas in style!)
I think next MAD said they were going to start letting me use my own steak knives to cut up my food. Let's hope that goes as smoothly as spoon coordination has!!!
Until next time. Fist bump and explosion.
G-love.
1 comment:
g-train, i'm right there with you on skool. waaay over-rated. and i laughed with you on the yogurt eating...it is a downright hilarious food.
-much love, nugs, aunt jessy
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