Oh my sweet baby girl. Why do you have to be so much like your mama?
You love to sing, tell stories, tell people who to be when you play - just like your mama.
Your big brown eyes charm everyone you meet - just like your mama's.
You like to get your way and make it known quickly (and loudly) when you don't - just like your mama.
You are a helper, caretaker and hard worker - just like your mama.
You love your family best of all - just like your mama.
Oh, heaven help us all.
Em loves loves loves her new preschool. She doesn't even need to say goodbye to mama if Miss Dona and Miss Jill are there. She just heads on in to see what the day will bring.
Fortunately, her new preschool doesn't require her to be potty trained. They are happy to help with that process. That would be good for Em since she refuses to sit on the potty to even try to poop. Unfortunately, she has decided she shouldn't poop at school. So she hasn't pooped for three days which is huge for her. She usually goes two or three times a day. Not good, Al.
As you can imagine, that makes for a crabby girl. And, as previously mentioned, Em is an awful lot like her mama and that means her crabby is bad crabby. Today was one of those days.
It was one of the most frustrating, ear drum piercing, stressful mornings we have experienced in a long time. But we got to the preschool wing. With kicking, screaming and being left in the hallway (with teachers standing by to make sure she was safe). When I left she had found her Miss Dona and was on her way into the classroom. I so hope she has a better day. And I hope the weekend brings so playing and pooping.
She is quite the girl - just like her mama.
1 comment:
Aw Jess, I hope it's gotten all sorted out by now. I miss you. Your comment made me bawl. I had no idea you scheduled mine last and I always felt so bad for keeping you late. I so wished you were not Nate's teacher so that we could go out and just hang out but I thought that'd be crossing some parent/teacher boundary or something. But then there was NO ONE else who I wanted for Nate as you got him. I think you are one of the few teachers that really understood or understands him--and for that I miss Fargo.
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