thanks to Aunt Becky I now snicker when I talk about nuts
Chipmunk had open house on Thursday morning. For the most part, it went really well. Unless you were eyeballing him the whole time, it was impossible to peg his behavior as weird in any way. And really, it's a pile of 2-year-olds. So the spectrum of normal behavior on the first day with a shitload of strangers and loud parents is pretty huge.
I noticed that S didn't really interact with other kids other than stealing toys from a couple. UNTIL we were leaving and he wanted this poor blond boy to give him "A hug AND A KISS." Now we have a new mantra. No Kissing At School, Just Hugs.
He got pretty overstimulated after about an hour, but I was proud of him. He squeezed some animals and puzzle pieces but wasn't squeeze-tacular. And he already screeched NO at his teacher for no reason. Yikes. I'm so glad it's up to them to figure out how to handle him. (At the same time I'm afraid new issues will surface now that he's in real live social situations.) (Hi parenting, this shit is hard!)
I was super surprised to get warned that on Tuesday night at parent night they'll be announcing that the classroom will be peanut-free. They're not going to really pay a lot of attention to baked goods (and I'll still be packing S's lunches) but they're going to drop the "how to make peanut butter from scratch" big yearly activity. I'm not joking. The teacher let me know this in a grave, quiet tone of voice. Which made me wonder if she thought I'd be disappointed that they were removing a big shadowy demon-peanut from their classroom and from my mind.
Left to ponder (the Internet) I realized that the other parents might be disappointed. Those with older kids probably knew and loved that classroom activity. And I can't rule out the possibility that some of the other kids really, really like peanut crackers. Who knows. At any rate, I'm open to nutpunches and will have a few in my pocket just in case.
(Nutpunches, for the uninitiated, don't involve the nuts you eat. Um, not that you can't eat them. Both literally--of the sheep variety I guess--and intimately--of the dude variety I guess. Anyway.)
Here's an unrelated bit of trivia: When your husband text messages you from the grocery store that he's "Waiting to check out" he really means "If you text me any more items from your insane pregnant woman cravings list I'm never coming home."
5 comments:
I don't know why anyone would get their knickers in a twist over going peanut free. There's plenty of other stuff to eat in this world besides peanut products. If it makes people feel more at ease whose children have life threatening allergies, then who gives a shit about having peanuts? I'd rather have happy parents, and healthy children.
Glad preschool was fun. Ours is next Tuesday and I can't wait!
Funny, I can't say 'nuts' without snickering, either.
And peanuts are gift from heaven above-- you should transfer schools. I wanna make peanut butter from scratch-- if little kids can do it, I should have no problem, right?
I've had kind of a secret desire to live at least a week as a pregnant woman so I'd have an excuse to make crazy demands and eat bizarre foods at odd hours. I'd just have to make sure that the week I got wasn't the last one. No thanks!
Sadly, this is usually the only time my husband obeys all my commands. When I'm incubating his spawn.
Mine obeyed all my commands last time. This time he seems suspicious of my helplessness, as if he has some secret knowledge that I possess mad pregnant-woman-ninja-skills.
(If I do, I might have to use them on his face if he doesn't stop pampering me more while I'm knocked up.)
Dan--you are hilarious.
*snort, snicker*
NUTS!
Heehee.
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