Yay!

Preschool started this week and we couldn't have been more excited. The past few weeks have been a little hectic since Maya's dance and gymnastics classes ended and left us without some organized play time. Also, my classes started a couple of weeks ago so that's made for a little schedule juggling. But finally Maya went back to school and we get to ease into a new and, hopefully, easier schedule.

This is my monkey's last year before Kindergarten and her school isn't messing around. She had a school supply list that actually had notebooks on it. Notebooks! What I can remember about preschool is play time, story time, singing songs, show and tell, snack, rest time, and more play time. At some point I learned to write my name, but Maya already has me beat on that one.

Charlie decided to be in the school supplies picture. Or rather, I started laying everything on the bed and he wouldn't move because he was hoping for a tummy rub. He has a lot of tummy.

I do believe my little mute may have turned a corner (after adding those links I noticed I seem to have this hope every year). Her teacher's aid is the same one from last year and today she told Jason that Maya is a completely different kid; she's not shy at all. I'm going to assume that the "not shy at all" is just a comparison to the old Maya and not a comparison to your average kid because she still has no problem completely shutting down at random times. To stop that would be asking too much.

Hamsters And Such

This summer hasn't been especially busy or hectic but I still managed to completely ignore the blog. I've been the admin for the Facebook page for Petland and all my extra time and energy has gone into that. You can check it out here.


We recently had a hamster race at the store and I highly recommend that if you get the opportunity to attend a hamster race that you go. It's completely ridiculous. The store was full of kids and their pet hamsters and every race there would be grown men and women cheering their hearts out for their kid's favorite rodent. Some hamsters preferred to race backwards while some were content to just sit there, to the great dismay of its pint-sized owner. Maya was, unfortunately, in the dismayed category. She used a hamster on loan from the store who wasn't at all interested in racing but preferred to just look around and admire the view.

It was really cute to see how intense some of the kids would get. One girl, whose hamster was stalling just before the finish line, wasn't yelling but I wouldn't say she was cheering either. It was more like a loud groan. I think she was probably freaking the poor thing out and it was too traumatized to move.