In the past few months my little roos and I have made some major changes. Major, positive- changes in our lives. We made a move to a new home in another city (that we all absolutely love) and made some changes as far as school is concerned, too.
My little girl is now a second grader in a bricks and mortar school. Yes, this is much different than the virtual public school she has been recently attending. She is doing great educationally and socially. She loves the stability and mechanism of being in the classroom. I'm happy with her teacher. She is a young mom of two kids whos ages are the same as my own, and is very well educated.
On that note, my little girl came home this past week and I listened to her sing as she shook her butt and flung her hair side to side saying "trick or treat smell my feet, give me something good to eat! If you don't, I don't care, I'll pull down your underwear" (all the while giggling outrageously in between each verse). I asked, "Where in the world did you learn that song?"
She looked at me with the biggest smile and said "My teacher".
She smiled and continue'd to sing.
I am very proud of both of my children. I love them more than the air I breathe. They are my life.
My son however has began his first preschool year. He loves his preschool teacher and thinks it is the coolest thing ever that he gets to "do school", too.
Because his passion is airplanes, his teacher has made lessons to customize his interests. He gets to make paper airplanes, sing airplane songs and do many more educational things related to this passion. It's really neat to watch him and think "Wow, it wasn't that long ago I was rocking you to sleep".
My, how time flies.
On another note, we have also been working hard on potty training. My super amazing boyfriend has been a tremendous help with this. My little guy is doing wonderful in the daytime, as a matter of fact he hasn't worn a diaper in months (Woohoo, way to go little man!).
But bedtime, is a whole other battle.
My boyfriend has helped remind me to cut off his liquid at night (which seems to help a lot because my son is always thirsty and I'm a huge goober that has a fear of hydration and caves by saying "Awe it's okay, just one sip..") and so I not only have cut off the drinks before bedtime, but I also recently began waking him throughout the night and walking him to the potty.
The past few nights, it seems to be working well. I am hoping that if I continue this habit with him, that he will eventually be able to wake himself up to go potty at night, when he feels he has to go.
So until this happens with no help from us, I will continue to work with him and cheer him on. Go Steve!!
That sums up my parenting adventures for the moment. I bid you all reading this a wonderful Fall season and may the joys of the new school year and potty training be kind to all of you!