More Valentines

The two on the right are from the valentines parties at the little guys school today (Connor insisted we add "my purse an' treat bag Payton gave me"). Xander's treat bag has his picture on it, and Ms. E was nice enough to send it home in the afternoon. Sawyer's bag is on the right, with the sparkles. His teacher, Mrs. R, said he had a great day today and is already leading her around the room by the hand wanting to play in certain areas!



Here is the take from yesterday after Connor's party at his school. All those envelopes on top are the valentines that came in our mailbox! And Connor is holding the picture frame that he made to give to Josh as part of the "Doughnuts for Dads" day. It says "I love you to pieces!" and has puzzle pieces all around the wooden frame.

All in all, a big valentines day for all three boys, whether they understood the whole concept or not. And, most of these parents went above and beyond in their valentines treats, because we filled a whole candy dish with the contents of these three bags!

Photo Flashback

Yeah, he still makes that same expression - it's the "What do you have that I want" face. In this case, the camera. (February 3, 2006)

Little Valentine

Xander getting a valentine surprise from his preschool teacher, Ms. E. He was, of course, too busy playing to look up and smile for the camera. (Photo courtesy of Ms. E and Mr. K, her assistant, who shared the photo with us at this morning's home visit).

Day Two

A few angry tears from Sawyer, who kept looking back over his shoulder as he was being led into school and expecting Mommy to be following (which, of course, she was not). A little bit of whining from Xander, but not much, and he actually manged to walk into the building today (being led by the hand, of course). No notes in their folders, which means all went well for the day.

Tomorrow there is no school - a pre-scheduled day for home visits - so our teachers will be coming to visit us for a little while in the morning. And then back to school again on Friday. Mommy has to fill out valentines for all the kids in both of their classes before their parties! Who wants to help?

Oh, and if you're wondering about big brother, he's fine, too. He wasn't thrilled with the idea that his brothers got to go to school today and he didn't, but he got over it. We went shopping at Sam's and took Buster for a (quite windy) walk around the block before it was time to go back and pick the little guys up.

His Valentine's party at school is tomorrow, where fathers are invited to come in and share doughnuts and juice before heading into work for the day. We worked on his Valentine's earlier this week, where he tried (mostly I held his hand and he pushed down) to sign his name on all of them. He also wanted to eat the candy that was supposed to go with them, if you can imagine!

I'll Get It

The other day, I was taking some trash (meaning dirty diapers) out to the trash container in our driveway. It takes less than a minute, but that was long enough apparently. Josh just happened to call while I was outside, and I didn't hear the phone ring.

When I came back in, there stood my four-year old in the middle of our disaster of a living room - you know, couch cushions all on the floor, pillows thrown everywhere, and toys as far as the eye can see - and he was "talking" on the phone. Not the play phone, but the real one. I heard things like . . .

"I talking to Daddy. Yes, yes. I know. That's right. Ha, ha, ha. Okay, then. (Random jabber that made no sense). Mommy's not here. Yeah, I see you later. Bye!"

My first thought was "How cute is he," having a pretend conversation that makes quite a bit of sense (minus that middle part of jabber). My second thought was "Why does he have the real phone" because I know that he knows better and he's never really tried to play with it before.

I walked over and held out my hand, explaining that we do not play with the real phone, and he quietly and obediently handed it over (which surprised me). I looked down and noticed that he had, indeed, pushed the talk button because the timer was still counting. I clicked "End" and set it back on the base.

Before I had taken two steps away, the phone started ringing.

I thought, "Oh, no, who has he called and what has he done now?"

Turns out he was not playing with the telephone, he was merely answering it because it rang and Mommy was not there to get it.

"Is Connor your new secretary?" my husband wanted to know. It seems he had actually been talking to Daddy, not just having that pretend conversation I imagined, and I had hung up on him without bothering to check! Oops.

So, do we see why our front door has a key deadbolt on the inside? My four-year old is a bit too friendly. He opens up doors, answers phones and just starts chatting away!

So, if you call our house, you have been warned. If a small voice starts saying random things, you might want to hang up and call back later! Asking to talk to Mommy won't help, according to Josh.