In my role as an informed and conscientious mother I had a long discussion on whether to not to send Richard to the nest. I
the shameless (and strafruttata) fortune of having both parents are retired and in good shape, so I will put the needs of the nest.
So my online teaching has taken the following direction: Richard loves being with other children in the house all winter with my grandparents are bored to death, despite my mother is full of initiative and endless patience, and my grandfather is crazy about him!
Last but not least, never stands still, and when I say never use a random word, is a dynamic child who needs to vent to move energy (possibly in places where it does not destroy the objects and relationships). Ultimately
conceited of my online teaching him sign up for the nest at 200m from home, and as someone up there protecting us accept us!
Ripresami by surprise, I organize and to optimize and not waste time, I am also pregnant!
thus appears challenging October, first week of illness due to amniocentesis (it's a girl!) And last two weeks of maternity leave for post.
comment leader:
"As a manager I'm pissed off, I'm happy as a man for you! "I still have not figured out how I would react if ridergli behind or upset by that.
First week of kindergarten
a wonder, once you see the games and the kids totally ignores me, even sitting at the table with the other also if we go away and tells me
"I want the jelly!"
Me: "Today you can not go home to eat with dad."
As I said, "If you need something to get Dade" , he stops before he goes and says
"give me the porridge?" Dada
Angela is more convincing to me since I can take it home, puzzled but amused by the skit being bypassed!
A home is the Great tragedy, desperate cries for dress themselves, arguments continue, despite all shapes and size. How do I explain the Dade if you do not have the crisis nursery they charge at home.
arrive more or less live on Friday evening, the baby in my arms I can be spread all dejected and cuddly, and falls asleep part that beautiful wheezing which means only one thing: bronchitis! Second week
Fortunately avoid fever and antibiotic on Thursday so let's go back to kindergarten and end the week without infamy and without praise. Third week
We are preparing the most absolute harmony, we take the car because it rains and parked in front of the kindergarten. Here part of the tragedy, does not want to get down, clinging to the seat and machine. What's more I have the remote control of the automatic closing of the broken car (so I learn to wash the key along with the pants) and then I do the tour
c3 in the rain with a baby screaming and pounding nearly three years in her arms.
I finally manage to drag me into the asylum, Richard continues to cry and we are welcomed Dada decision: "It was a beautiful time of crisis!"
In these three weeks, the conversation between me and Richard like about eight o'clock in the morning was as follows:
Me: "We have to get dressed to go to kindergarten"
A: "The nursery is ugly."
Me: "Even the swimming pool with colorful balls?"
R: ...
Me: "Even with all those kitchen cabinets?"
R: ... and surely thought 'here I are rubbing'
Me: "Although there are many children to play with?"
A: "Let's see if the kitchen is open."
Only once I was blown away:
A: "The nursery is ugly!"
Me: "The balls are ugly!"
A: "Yes"
Me: "The jelly is bad!"
A: "No, the food is good!"
Now, after another 10 days of illness, seeking asylum continues to claim that "asylum is ugly!" but then just goes home and says he is delighted to have fun.
So our choice was the right one.
And sorry if it is little!
