sleepy boy

Preschool can be really tiring work sometimes.

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The Lord is your keeper;

The Lord is your shade at your right hand.

The Lord shall preserve you from all evil;

He shall preserve your soul.

The Lord shall preserve your going out and your coming in

From this time forth, feom this time forth, and forevermore.

Psalm 121:5, 7-8

working for healing

My last cyberknife is over....for now. I might be even more fatigued for a while, but will hopfully gain more strength back.
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I have more chemo tomorrow and will visit with the oncologist.

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Max's preschool graduation is tomorrow. It should be so cute to see.
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Lamentations 3:21-25, "Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, 'The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.' The LORD is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him." (NIV)

Equal Time

Max likes for things to be equal...all the time...about everything. "Why does Ella have an extra crumb with her cookie?" "Why was your smile at Cameron an extra millimeter bigger than your smile at me?"

So obviously I MUST give equal time on this blog donated to his first day of preschool today. Last year he attended just 2 mornings a week. This year he is going 3 days a week, from 9:30 to 2:00. Perfect timing I thought. Not too early trying to rush him there. Not too short of a day. Not too long either. I'm hoping for some good learning time to occur this year.

It was an amazingly peaceful dropoff. Last year I don't think there was a kid in the class who wasn't screaming, crying or at least whining. What difference a year makes. It was so quiet in that class, you'd think it was library time or something. All the kids were just content to quietly play with toys until the teacher was ready to begin. It was really nice.

Here's a picture of Max holding some telescope craft that he made all on his own yesterday when he was hanging out with me around the house. Max was NOT happy that he didn't have a backpack full of supplies to bring with him to school like Cameron. I was able to snap a picture of Max and Cameron together, but for some reason, Max did NOT want Cameron to touch him. He actually didn't want Cameron even in the picture. "No mom, it's my first day. No pictures of Cameron."

I am not happy to report that we had a chilly morning already. Keep thinking warm summer thoughts please! As usual, Ella jumped right into all the action and just started playing with all the toys in the classroom as if they belonged to her. I didn't get a chance to talk to the teacher because I had an appointment with my Radiation Oncologist (which I'll write about tomorrow), but overall it seems that Max had a very good day. He came home with a new song and dance that Cameron already knew, so the boys loved doing it together....especially the part where they got to stick their butts out while wiggling around. Boys.

Although I have a lot of reservations and am nervous about Max fitting in and really doing well, I'm also incredibly excited for him, thinking about how much he's going to grow and learn this year.

Here's to a wonderful year my little love bug Max!

Jingle Bells all over the place.

A preschool Christmas program:

It doesn't get much cuter than that!

First day for Max

Today was Max’s first day of preschool. When I first signed him up, I was very hesitant. He just still seemed so young and immature. He refused to do swim lessons this summer, and we were having problems with dropping him off at kid’s church. However, this past month, it seems like he’s just grown and matured exponentially. His mannerisms, his reasoning, his conversations, all have seemed more mature…and funny.

These past few weeks, he has been so excited about going to school. He’ll be having a conversation with someone and then he’d turn to me and say, “Mom, what’s the name of my school?”

I’d respond and tell him the exact name of the school.

“But what’s the name of it?” he’d press on. “You know, the name!”

I finally figured out what he wanted, and I’d tell him.

He’d immediately turn to the adult or kid he was talking with and say excitedly, “I’m going to PREschool!”

Today he (and Cameron) were so excited about Max’s first day. Although, I was not happy when Cameron told Max that it would be okay if he called his teacher Miss Pig, even though her name is Miss Peg.

When I asked Max if he wanted me to take him, he told me no, that he wanted Mom-mom. So I obliged. He wasn’t happy at all that he didn’t get to bring a lunch, and he insisted on gathering some crayons to put in a baggy to use at school, but other than those few battles, the morning scramble went pretty smoothly.

And despite all the trouble he’s caused as a little munchkin, the whining, the bedtime battles, the screaming and tantrums, those days seem to be dwindling (which is fine with me). And I actually felt a tinge of sadness as my mom pulled away from the driveway, taking him away to school.

I did get to pick him up, and he was nothing but a chatterbox about everything he did. “We learned our LETTERS! We sang SONGS! We acted like ANIMALS!” He went on and on, drawing out the last word in a sing-song fashion.

I think preschool will suit him quite well this year.