Cora was telling me about her day at school tonight during dinner. She was proud that she just finished worksheet #8 in grammar at school. She sat for a second and sighed wearily.
"(Sigh)....Adverbs. Long pause....They describe verbs."
What?
It just didn't register in my brain for a minute that my daughter had just used the word adverb, and that she knew what it meant. Not to mention verbs. Weird. She's growing up fast.
I gave Oliver a bath tonight. When he got out I slicked his hair back and put him in a little blue bathrobe with a duckie on it. It is just his size and adorably cute. I told him to go into the kitchen and say to Kate, "I'm Hugh Hefner."
He pranced right in and proclaimed, "I'm Hugh Hef-a-ner!" Kate laughed, Oliver cackled, and then he proceeded to say it again and again.
That's when I realized my little Daddy joke might have been a bad idea. Oliver's preschool is being reviewed by the State Board of something or other tomorrow for their licensure or accreditation. They sent home a flier with all the things that Oliver must have at school tomorrow: fruits and vegetables in his lunch, hats and mittens for the cold, etc. Obviously it's a big deal.
I can just see Oliver tomorrow, trying to win a laugh from the new strangers visiting his classroom:
"What's your name, little boy?"
"I'm Hugh Hef-a-ner!"
Things are returning to normal after the holidays. The kids are back in school and we're both back to work.
Oliver will be three in a few weeks. It seems like he has been two forever. He is enjoying preschool. His teachers think he is a little genius because he knows the alphabet and can count to twenty. He has been playing Starfall, an online reading website, and has just soaked up his letters like a sponge. He enjoys playing with letters and making words. He can't actually spell yet; he just strings letters together and gets us to pronounce the result.
His hair is also growing into a small bush on top of his head. He has refused to have his hair cut at all over the last five months or so, only getting Gma Sally to trim his bangs (by request) one time.
Cora is back at school after nineteen days off for the holidays. She is working a lot with reading at school and some with math. She is also taking gymnastics at the YMCA and is learning new skills at a rapid pace.
We're looking at summer camps already--hard to believe. The good ones fill up fast.
Oliver said to me this morning, "Mommy, I wish our table could talk."
I said, "Why? What do you think it would say?"
Him: "Clean me."
