Preschool drop-offs were dramatic the rest of last week. Friday morning Dominick had a pre-preschool tantrum ("I DON'T want to go! I DON'T!) that lasted over an hour. Yet each time I picked him up from school, he was in a happy mood, and his teachers told me he'd been great. Today was much better. Instead of crying, Dominick kept asking if it was time to go yet, and he went into his classroom on his two feet for the first time. Granted, he made a beeline for Mrs. Cassilly's lap and lay on her facedown, but he didn't shed a tear.
Saturday morning, Dominick went to his first soccer session. He enjoyed kicking balls around before the class started, but once he caught sight of the school's playground, he was gone. We had to bring him back kicking and screaming to join the group, but he eventually took part in some of the exercises. He needs to play soccer and stay away from the play equipment, otherwise all we'll have to show for it is a really expensive t-shirt.
When we came home from soccer, Dom tried out his new bike, which we had bought the night before. I keep saying it, but he is such a big boy! Saturday afternoon, I ran errands with Dominick and a sprinkler. He had to bring it along. Whatever floats your boat, Dom! He got some quizzical looks, but the lady who checked us out at the grocery store said she has three boys, so she completely understood.
Soccer: Daddy and Dom playing while Noel eats grass on the sidelines 
Dom graduates from three wheels to two (if you don't count the training wheels)
3 comments:
Our girls have a hard time when we drop them off at daycare, but they tell us before we even hit the door, they are already done crying.
You should take a picture of Dom toting around his security sprinkler and share it with us. What a kooky kid! First vents, then fans, now sprinklers.
I should, if he does it again. He's obsessed. We can't go for a walk or drive without him constantly scanning the yards for sprinklers, attached or "untached," on or off.
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