Wednesday, March 26, 2008

ch-ch-changes

If I can make it through the next... mmmm.... 5 or 6 days without giving myself an ulcer, then I will consider it a success.

Tommorrow is my last day of school, and the boys' last day at their daycare. I am somewhat unemotional about leaving my class... I will definitely miss my classmates... but I have gotten terribly attached to the boys' teachers. *sigh* When Aaron and I picked them up this afternoon, Miss T. (one of Nolan's teachers) gave us a big art project that the class had worked on for Nolan... hand prints and foot prints with all of their names, and a small photo album filled with pictures of Nolan and his pals taken at various times in the past several months.

I totally bawled. All out freaking blubbering. I am tearing up as I write this now. GAH.

I tried to pull myself together before I went in to pick up Seth, and Miss S. saw right through me and I broke down again. These women are just wonderful... they have shown my kids love and care and are a true testament to their field. Their enthusiasm and infectious smiles and laughs always made starting my day a positive thing... and the boys love them too. We have been so incredibly spoiled, I don't think any center will come close to reaching the standard that they have set. Not that I am biased or anything. ;)

I guess I just know from personally working in the childcare industry oh so many moons ago... that not every teacher is going to love your child. Or even like your child. If they are good, you will never know it. But these ladies showed how much they love the kids, and it means the world to me.

I am going to be such a mess tommorrow morning. We are taking in a cake from Costco for the staff, and I bought some little angel trinkets for the teachers, as well as filled out cards for them.

After I drop the boys off, I will go take another final and get my stuff together so I can officially be 'done' with class. I am so looking forward to that.

We (Aaron and I) got off work early to take the boys up to the new daycare and show them around. Seth was content to be carried by daddy and didn't make a peep. Nolan on the other hand... well he suffered a massive FREAK OUT when we went in... first he was pissed because he wanted to play on the playground and we said no. Then when I was speaking with the assistant director, he freaked... trying to climb up me as I signed paperwork, clinging to me for dear life, doing the panicky cry. Then we went to the two rooms the boys will be in (I had already toured the facility last week, but Aaron hadn't seen it yet) and Nolan wanted to play with the cars in the pre-k room. He didn't take to kindly to being told no, and by the time we were leaving and asking questions about signing in and out, he was in full melt-down mode... a cross between a tantrum and sheer panic. It was awesome.

Way to make a first impression dude.

I so don't want him to be colored 'difficult' in the eyes of the staff there. Hopefully that won't be the case, but again, I remember all too vividly my daycare days and ... yowza. I would've definitely cast a judgemental opinion this afternoon.

Anyhoo... here is a picture of Nolan and his best friend Aidan. Or as he calls him "Aidan-buddy". It breaks my heart to split them up.

Nolan and Aidan-buddy
Best friends. Worst enemies. Partners in crime.

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