Jack goes to “school” (really, an in-home daycare/pre-school) two mornings each week. This week, we started sending him a third day. They teach him things – he’s learning letters and numbers. You know, the kinds of things I always imagined *I’d* teach my child, until I actually had a child of letter-learning age who wasn’t really interested in learning his letters one bit (unlike Claire, who will happily go through all of the alphabet flashcards with me, repeating each letter as we go).
He needs the stimulation, and I need the downtime.
Although, it’s not really “downtime” when there’s another little one at home. I spend much of the time policing her climbing activities (what is the DEAL…Jack was never into climbing!), watching her brush her teeth (she could brush her teeth all.day.long), helping her change outfits (she loves to get dressed, and any item of clothing she finds laying around is fair game, including her brother’s Transformers underwear), and getting yelled at because I tried to wash her hands and SHE WANTED TO WASH THEM HERSELF.
So basically, I spend the day chasing Claire around and begging her to sit on the couch instead of running across it.
I imagine that at some point, both kids will be in school at the same time and I’ll be sitting around wondering what to do with myself.
But until then…I’m trying to enjoy my alone time with Claire.
Today, as I folded laundry, she climbed on to the bed with me. She had her pink sippy cup (which, for the record, was really expensive and leaks and I hate it) and her brother’s “laser” toy. And she was very, very silly. And I was very grateful to have a few uninterrupted moments with her.
Claire with her juice and Jack’s “laser” toy.
The days are flying by. Already, my baby is just a few days shy of 18 months.
Where is the time going? And how can I slow it down, already?
Adorable!
Thank you Sarah! She is pretty darn cute.