Today we visited Hayley's "soon-to-be" preschool for a morning playdate. We had the opportunity to meet the children, parents, and teachers for her class. Judging by the size of the tantrum Hayley threw when it was time to leave, I think she's going to like preschool. I'm not sure if I've mentioned this, but my daughter? My daughter is NOT what you would call a wallflower. I truly believe that God blessed me with Hayley in an effort to challenge my comfort zone, because me? I am a wallflower and I prefer to go about my business unnoticed for the most part. Yep, I'm perfectly happy to just blend in with society. But blending? That's just not going to happen with Hayley in tow. Well, at least all the preschool moms know exactly who I am. I'm Hurricane's mommy... God bless me.
I'm excited to see how Hayley will develop over the upcoming school year. I am operating under the assumption that she doesn't get kicked out of preschool, and yes, I know what happens when one "assumes." There are nine children in Hayley's class. Six boys and three girls which is the perfect class for my non-prissy daughter. As Hayley's two female classmates played house this morning, Hayley was over with the boys trying to steal their trucks. I was in the corner P-R-A-Y-I-N-G that Hayley didn't tell those little boys what it was she wanted. (Sprouts is a Christian preschool and I'm pretty certain that Hayley's terminology for truck would be immediate grounds for expulsion... have I mentioned that she's now fascinated with Dump TRucks, which Hayley pronounces as Dumb ***** and Fire TRucks? It ain't pretty.) Needless to say, we will be having daily pronounciation lessons from now until school starts.
I'm excited to see how Hayley will develop over the upcoming school year. I am operating under the assumption that she doesn't get kicked out of preschool, and yes, I know what happens when one "assumes." There are nine children in Hayley's class. Six boys and three girls which is the perfect class for my non-prissy daughter. As Hayley's two female classmates played house this morning, Hayley was over with the boys trying to steal their trucks. I was in the corner P-R-A-Y-I-N-G that Hayley didn't tell those little boys what it was she wanted. (Sprouts is a Christian preschool and I'm pretty certain that Hayley's terminology for truck would be immediate grounds for expulsion... have I mentioned that she's now fascinated with Dump TRucks, which Hayley pronounces as Dumb ***** and Fire TRucks? It ain't pretty.) Needless to say, we will be having daily pronounciation lessons from now until school starts.
And behold, a miracle has occurred. In a stroke of pure luck, I was able to get a picture of Hayley and Todd TOGETHER. Yes, I mean both in the same picture. Todd is performing "The Superman" pose. We do this same position in my pilates class. Todd is well aware of the value of a strong core. Lock up your daughters... this beefcake comes with a six pack.
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