My Baby's In School!

Sid is 3 1/2. His birthday isn't until next February. However, the teachers at his daycare spoke to me before school started about promoting him to pre-school where he'll be in the big kids class (age 4). They said we could always put him back if necessary but they didn't think that would happen. Now, my baby is learning to read and write. I'm so proud of him. Sometimes he comes home with schoolwork he's done throughout the day, sometimes he comes home with homework. Last night he was supposed to do an experiment with blowing air through a straw and making a piece of paper move. Another time the class did an experiment where they left one pile of salt and one pile of sugar out overnight to find out what the ants liked. Yesterday when I picked him up he was too excited to show me the water with the floating "boats" and the sand.

I'll have to scan in and upload some of his work so you can see his writing. I'm quite impressed. He can write and stay between the lines. He can even write his name. The only thing there is that he writes some of the letters backwards. I'm hoping it's just a phase and not dyslexia.

Anyway, along with being in pre-school he now has to be at school between 8:00 am and 8:30 am. Times I'm used to still being at home. This morning I did well in that I got him to school by 8:20 am. Last year they wanted him there by 9:00 am. This year they didn't tell me that it would be different so I've been aiming for 9:00 again. But this week having been a rough one including many late nights, I've been too tired to get up early, which means he's been arriving closer to 9:30. At least now I know and I want him to have every opportunity to learn so I'm going to do better. I used to drive my stepson to a bus stop for 6:30 AM! We had to leave by 6:10 am the latest. And I did it. If I could do that then, then I can do this now. Hopefully it means I'll get to leave work a bit earlier too. :)

He won't talk to me.

The Kidder

A couple of days ago I was getting on Sid's case for slamming my room door, esp with the keyfob hanging on the outside. Whenever he tries to slam the door the keyfob gets in the way and door bangs back open. (Okay, they keyfob is there so that stepson can disable the house alarm in the mornings so he can leave for school.) Anyway, Sid replies back to me the he "will not stop slamming the door." Now, I know him, and I know that he likes to reverse what you tell him to do, knowing full well that he better do the right thing when the time comes. I didn't pay him any mind. His brother heard him and as he started to reprimand him Sid said to him, "I'm just kiddin."

Re: Writing a Book Based Loosely on Sid

No, I actually haven't given that idea much thought. I don't know how good I would be something like that. But I'll keep it mind. I do want to publish a book about something one day.

Sid the Sensitive and Talented

Last night I was sitting the wrong way. This time around, being pregnant is not as easy. I have what feels like a muscle weakness in my left leg which get aggravated depending on how I lay or sit. Well, last night I aggravated it to the point where I almost couldn't walk. Sid watched me intently as I hobbled around like a crab and with concern in his voice he asked, "Mommy, what's wrong?" I was touched that he asked and I told him what the matter was. A bit later he was watching me again and he said to me, "Mommy, why don't you just sit down?" :) That's my baby love.

Even later, when he was getting ready for bed, he complained that his leg hurt and started mimicing me. lol. (He had a mosquito bite or something like that on his leg which in no way warranted his antics, but he is such a performer!)

Before I Forget

After picking up Sid from his father's job I told him we had a few stops to make, one of which was to an Indian grocery to buy some cardmom for my mother. We stopped at the same plaza where I get my eyebrows threaded and Sid asked me, "Are you sure this is where it is?" I smiled and told him that yes, it is the place. Unfortunately, the place is closed on Mondays so we started to drive away, to which Sid then asked, "What are we going to tell grandma?" I told him that we didn't have to tell her anything because she didn't know that I was going to buy anything for her anyway. I had planned to surprise her. He seemed to understand that and didn't say anything else about it.

Sleepwalker

Every night when I put Sid to bed I remind him that if he needs to pee he has to get up come and use the bathroom in my room. Maybe he doesn't hear 'bathroom' because last night was the second time in a week that he has walked into my room in the early morning, pulled down his pants and peed on my carpet. Both times I jumped up to the sound of the waterfall, asking, "What's that?! Sid!" Hubby was oblivious both times until he felt me jump up. Sid realizes something is wrong and starts to cry. I try to soothe him while trying to get him to finish in the toilet and then sopping up the wet spot and changing his clothes. In the morning I ask him if he remembers what he did, but he doesn't seem to remember so much.

Another night I heard him make some noise in his room and when I went to check I found him on his siter's bed.

All of this concerns me a bit because I don't want him tumbling down the stairs. Granted, the stairs are in the opposite direction of my room, but he still could make a wrong turn. I'm opting for putting up the baby wall divider again, at least at night, just in case.