The Boy's preschool had their first field trip. To the fire station. I think my son's head about exploded on many occasions...it was that cool. There was an obstacle course ending in a slide, craft projects, a movie and the grand finale: a tour of the fire station with real firemen!
But can I rant for a minute? Oh wait, this is my blog...I can do whatever I want! Hehehehe...The one thing that irritates me about his preschool is that it seems to be mandatory for one parent to attend all field trips. Sure, it's a little inconvenient but what bothers me most is that they can make the parents be there, but they can't make them pay any attention to their kids. Mostly, this is an issue when the father is the accompanying adult. And I'm not bagging on men in general, just on a few that happened to be there. There was one kid who didn't listen and was rather active and pushy and line-cutting-y and just all around a nuisance. And where was Dad? Standing several yards away, hands in pockets, looking like he'd rather be getting a vasectomy than be there. And me, being the
Want to meet da Boo's very best friend?
What? You were expecting another child? Or at least a human, right? This is Danny. He is a very nice horse and just loves to give little kids rides. Both the kids have gotten to ride him several times and love him. Da Boo even made him a get-well card after an incident involving a poorly-constructed fence and the neighbor's ill-mannered dog (don't worry...Danny won that fight). I haven't broken the news to the kids yet but Danny's owners are moving. I better be armed with ice cream when I tell her...
So along with other beloved items returning to our home, the Co-ed is back!
Yippeee! Free babysitting! Um, I mean...we once again may enjoy her pleasant company on most Sundays. And now you, too, can relive your college experiences through the Co-ed. She's started a blog! Go check it out.