I took Mario into daycare today with Maria. We had a pretty good morning with a healthy dose of tv, waffles, play, self dress, and more tv. I got home from my run and the kids were already dressed so they got to watch another show while I showered. Mario also scored a cereal bar on the way out the door since I did not know how much he ate for breakfast. On the way to the car, we stopped and looked at Cy’s poop , which is always a source of amazement and disgust (“Mom, do you smell it?!”). Maria was once fascinated about it but she has since “grown” out of that stage and now just rolls her eyes each time Mario points it out as if she is 13 years old dealing with her babyish 2-year-old brother. Mario also got to open the car door himself and get in his car seat himself. Some mornings he could care less if I help him and other mornings when I go to swoop him up into the seat, he screams and cries as if a horrific, disgusting sea monster had just grabbed him with its tentacles and taken him out to sea. He flails his body and growls and cries “Nooooo!” And he can never recover. He gets so angry that he cannot let go of the emotion for a long while. Much longer than the time it takes to daycare. So, this was a good morning because he climbed in the seat himself. We sang “Free to Be You and Me” all the way to school, which really put me in a pleasant mood since it brings back times of my childhood.
We pulled into school and took our time getting out of the car (another necessity because any type of hurried behavior can set Mario over the edge, too). I kept telling Mario about all the fun things they were going to do at school today like water play and telling time. Maria even helped me out. She can totally read when I need her to help me. As we walked down the preschool hall, I chirped “everyone wants to be in Mr. Parks’ room!” Maria looked at me and without hesitation exclaimed “I wish I could be in your classroom, Mario – that would be cool!” even though I know that she really would not want to be in that classroom. That is my girl.
We got some animals from Maria’s room that Mario loves to play with and took them to his room. Finally, we waltzed down to Amanda’s room to say to his old teacher and then waltzed back to preschool. After all of that, Mario stood in his classroom as I said goodbye and did not ball and wail and cry hysterically. Yippee! It only took an extra hour of time and nonstop codling. We are set now!
Seriously, though, I do think I would stand on my head on a bed of nails in order to see Mario happy in his preschool room. It just makes my day so much easier. I can get more done, my mood is up, my mind is uncluttered. Jon has drop off duty tomorrow so hopefully it will go just as well.
We had a great night tonight with visiting brothers and sisters-in-law and nieces and nephews and cousins. Maria’s two older cousins, Emi and Elly, are fantastic to have around because they are so good with Maria and Mario. M&M adore them, too. We also had Maria’s newest cousin over to the house, Dagmawit. Jon’s brother, Kevin and his wife Margie adopted her from Ethiopia recently and it was her first time to visit us. She is a gem of a kid. She and Maria are very similar in personality – opinionated, direct, and strong-willed. Maybe it has to do with their moms’ personalities!
The girls dressed Mario up in girl clothes and smothered him in make-up. Mario is the good sport through it all even modeling for us as he came outside. Maria and Dagmawit got dolled up by Emi and Elly. After dinner, they all threw on bathing suits and played in the baby pool with the hose. The adults actually got to talk together for an hour without being interrupted every 15 seconds. Very strange….
I love nights like tonight – surrounded by family, good food and drink, great conversation, laughter. The night even ended well with Maria and Mario on my lap in the rocking chair making up stories about baby bunnies and giraffes who fall in love. Life is good.