Hi

Remember me? The wayward blogger?

Today was a hellish day at preschool. It rained. The kids had cabin fever. They all went beserk. Ten little kids all running around, yelling, acting out, and goodness knows what.

The sweet spot to my day was watching Julia "talk" to her friends. Toddler gibberish interspersed with a few recognizable words. "Hi! ------! ---------? Ok? Yes. ---------!"

She's playful, basically kind, and gentle with the smallest baby. She's learning to assert herself with the rougher toddler boys instead of turning tail and running to me crying.

Evan kissed her on the lips yesterday and she stared at him and smacked him on the forehead. Today she told the same little boy to push her around in the stroller and he did it.

Preschool romance.

Of course, it's not kind to alternate between beating your boyfriend up or bossing him around, even if he is 2 and steals all your Cheerios, and I correct her.

Sometimes she loses control and lashes out. Other times that little hand goes flying up, and I can see the wheels turning in her head and she's thinking it out. She just stands there with her hand in the air trying to decide how she feels about it. Watching her try to master self control fascinates me.

Julia just got over pinkeye. Paul's now sick. My MIL is home from hospital, but has to have an oxygen tank. One thing after another.