So, last week I went in for my second interview with market america, and, being told to expect an offer, Brandon and I immediately started paperwork for Jonas's daycare. Little did I know how quickly that would happen. Jonas and I stopped by on Monday to drop off paperwork for him and, when asked when we'd like to start, I jokingly said "what about today?" to which they replied "well, we have all your paperwork, you could start today!
Well jump up high and call me lester-- I left the kid there! I figured I would stay for a while and let him ease into being in class, but he took off and didn't look back to me for a second, so I went ahead and left him. I came back around noon to see how he was doing with sleeping on a mat. It turns out he doesn't do so well. I was watching him through the 1-way lass trying to communicate what he wanted with the teacher... she's sitting by him rubbing his back and soothing him, and he is saying over and over "miss ru-ru, miss dah-dee, mommy pee-up, miss mommy!" Or some combination of those. Translation: he wants rudy, he wants his taggie, he wants his mommy. adorable, but he can't have them, and the teacher doesn't understand what he's saying because taggie sounds exactly like daddy. When I went to get him that afternoon he was sitting on the floor crying. His afternoon didn't go awesome... poor guy, he never is much good without rest!
Day 2 of daycare: Jonas wakes up and begins to repeat "no doo! no doo!" while shaking his head over and over. (this is "no school! no school!"). He cries all the way to school, he cries when I drop him off... miss keisha said it would probably be better to just give him a hug and a kiss and go than dawdle around, so I did. So sad, poor little guy! When I went to get him that afternoon he was once again crying at the top of his lungs, AND he had a busted lip. We found out that in the absence of Taggie, he had decided his heavy winter coat would be an acceptable substitute, and had completely refused to part with it all day. If he couldn't wear it, he drug it around the room with him, slept with it, everything. As he was dragging it around the room, he tripped over it and fell and hit his lip on the table. They requested he please bring his Taggie.
Along with Taggie, day 3 of school went very well... he was happy for most of it (although he still adamantly requested to "no doo!" and cried when we left. On top of it all, he had NO accidents! YAY! He's so big!
Preschool day 4: Jonas wakes up with a fever of 104.2... I have never, NEVER seen him so sick and pitiful. He just wanted to lay and/or be held.... which even sick Jonas's of yore didn't want to do for too long. Luckily, I was more than happy to oblige. I get an appointment at the doctor for him and the child was so sick he didn't even protest being at the doctor. I actually read him a VERY long 45-page poem about some kid that gets really tiny and explores all of the different body systems in his body to find out why he's sick. and he listened to it all... unreal, it was even boring to me! Anyway, at the end of it all, they said they were pretty sure he had strep (even though his test was negative... only 80% accurate apparently).
Well, he made it to the last day of his first week of preschool... which was his 2 year birthday. I was so sure he was going to still be sick, but he woke up Friday morning smiling and happy and still proclaiming "no doo!" as if Thursday had never been. yay!! Lisa came and got him for some of the day, and then we went over and celebrated his birthday with a bit of cake from his birthday party that was supposed to have been that night (canceled-- we thought he'd still be sick).
Ah, I am so glad he was better for his birthday! Annnd I forgot to mention that even though Joe was upset when we picked him up from school, he told us all about how much fun he had as soon as the car door closed! He said he got to bounce balls, and play with crayons, and "chase" (which I think means they played tag??). He said he got to eat a muffin for breakfast too! Well, I'd say it was a sort of rough week for Joe, but it definitley ended on a high note-- yay!
I can't believe my little baby is 2... he's not a baby by any measure anymore! I have had to stop referring to him as such. This has been difficult, but oh well-- whatever helps him feel big. It's still surreal, even after two years to realize I have a son... who is 2 nonetheless. When did I become an adult?? =)
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