Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Fun at the Fair - now with VIDEO

Today was Noah's first fair experience. He had absolutely no idea what to expect. In fact, when we were talking about it, he thought we were talking about going on the ferry.

When we got there, he got excited. And pushy. And a bit weepy.

Especially when he saw the lines of equally excited (mostly older) kids at the rides. He wanted to ride all of them...even the ones with names like "tilt-a-hurl" or "instant fairground death."

This is when he found out he couldn't ride ALL of them RIGHT NOW.
















But after several earnest conversations, he realized he was cool with just watching. And, we finally did find a ride he (cautiously) enjoyed. Note that he was belted onto his carousel lion, and he INSISTED I hold on to him. Nervous smiles:



All told, he had an incredible time...from petting the baby pigs to doing some pigging out on his own: mango and cherry shave ice, and roasted corn. Yes, in that order.



















Jon

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

First Day

Well, he started school. Granted, it's pre-school--only two days a week for about three hours, but for Noah, this is it. He has a backpack, a teacher, recess, and snack. I dropped him off in the classroom, where he found the play dough and never looked back. I told him (very carefully) that I was leaving, he would be fine, yada, yada, yada . . . . Didn't phase him one bit. I don't even think he noticed me leave. I was proud of myself--I didn't cry.

I came home, cleaned, checked email, read, drank hot chocolate. It was awesome. I'm really rethinking the three-day-a-week plan.

When I drove through car line, I could see him light up and say "there's my MOM!" He bounded (safely) to the car and hopped in with his teacher in tow. She said he had a great day, and by his account on the way home, she was right. Highlights: Itchy Inchworm, recess (where apparently a boy pushed him, but he--virtuously--did not push back), snack (cheese, graham crackers, grapes--and Mrs. St. Clair wore GLOVES), instruments (yes, he played the drums), and sitting down when the other children did not (wide-eyed innocence).

So, it was a success. He's ready to go back. And I'm looking forward to my next hot chocolate.