Wow. I have a 5 year-old.
Harry told us last night that he is no longer going to pick his nose now that he is 5. And you know what? He hasn't.
He had a pretty chill day.
A teeny breakfast cake
Wearing his favorite blazer to preschool
Bringing these Family Circle blueberry cupcakes and a loaded pinata to his class
After school, we finished reading the second Harry Potter book, immediately watched the second Harry Potter movie, and launched into the third HP book at bedtime
But it also sucked today. I got called out of my summer class after a mere 45 minutes of instruction time to pick up Jack, who had a 101.5 fever at school. When I finally got there after 40 minutes (road construction!), Harry was in the office, too, handing out spare cupcakes to the staff. When he saw me, he decided not to stay at school and do things like play outside and go to music class. Instead, he came home to sit in our tiny house made smaller by stacks of boxes. I was bummed because it was a beautiful day, and I felt bad that he'd have to be copped up inside with his sick brother. And also because I wanted to take a damn nap.
I don't know how we'd juggle being a working family with the kind of inflexible schedules we have this summer. Normally, we don't teach at the same time, making kid illness less of a big deal But today, we were both in class, and Ben was an hour away, so I got the call to flee class and leave my credibility behind. Bah.
Guess Jack got an extra special party favor at Chuck E Cheese, huh? Freaking germ factory.