Mid-Week Update

Steve went with us for his first visit to Summit School. Micah was excited to have his Daddy along for the ride and going to school, but I think he was under the impression that Daddy was going with him into his classroom. (The routine is that we walk to the room together, I open the door, Micah usually runs in to be with his friends without so much as a backwards glance and I shut the door and go to the parents' meeting.) He looked back a little bit this time so maybe he thought Daddy was going to be coming along (a show-and-tell Daddy? a fellow preschooler?)

Then after meeting the other parents, the preschool principal came in and gave a short talk on the preschool and transition (now that Micah's got his spot at Summit, I sort of spent some of the time arranging my mental sock drawer) and then we went on the tour of the preschool rooms. I did find out that Micah's room is for children with slightly more language than the first room we saw on the tour; his room is small - it looks like a converted small group observation room and uses the Discovery Room as its base of operation/home room.

The good thing is I think Steve really, really sees why we would send a three-year old on an hourlong drive to/from this particular school. I think he did before the visit, but seeing the students and the teachers in action really brought it to life.

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No call from the school district transportation office, yet. Please call, leave a message.

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There are many ways to say, "I love you." My favorite at the moment is, "Mommy, I want to pee on the potty." Followed by the sound of feet barrelling down the hall, the potty seat being slammed onto the toilet seat and pants being dropped in anticpation of Mommy finally catching up and slinging his naked behind onto the seat, and for the grand finale, the sound of liquid tinkling into the toilet bowl. The night time pee-before-bedtime streak was broken, not by the little man, but his father who neglected to offer Micah the use of the throne.

Of course the same wonderful kid who did that about twenty minutes ago just dropped a large brown monster into his Cars pull-up moments ago, so we're having a love-hate relationship with putting our waste products in the proper place.

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Sometimes Steve does good. I've been wanting for a GPS unit for my car, for months and months. But I've not been able to make a commitment - one of the medical assistants at work even had a pink Garmin she was wanting to unload for less than its cost. I wanted it, it was cheap, I wanted it bad, but I couldn't get my brain around that girly-girly pink. High-tech in a cotton candy package just doesn't cut it with me.

So tonight Steve walks in the door carrying something behind his back, a Garmin Nuvi 260

And it was NOT pink. Another way to say, "I love you." He totally rocked it for Valentine's Day. And I was going to put a link to the CNN opinion piece written by a man who thinks we should ditch Valentine's Day as an artificial, retail greed inspired holiday. Maybe next year. I want my GPS Valentine and I'm not giving it up. I'll take gadgetry over roses any day, every day. Now I just need a clue as to what to do for him, especially since the GPS, the children and I are driving down to Maryland on Friday and he's going to be by himself for the weekend. Perhaps that in itself is a gift, he gets three days of sleeping in without his little human alarm clock, three days of freedom from, "Watch Thomas Train!" two seconds after awakening.