but not Science. If any of you are Sandra Boynton fans, then the first line of this post is familiar, except it is "But not the Rhinoceros" and one of Teddy's favorite books. Since switching to Creative Play School, Teddy's reports give us a snapshot of his day and activities. Consistently, his daily independent activities have said "housekeeping, blocks and library" and, well folks, that just about sums up Teddy's interests in 3 short words. If you give him a book, then you might as well be ready to sit down and read him the 10 favorites he has until he spies his blocks, which he must build and throw, build and throw, then he finds the spoons, cups and plates irresistible and must play with those. So the lack of "science" on his sheets did not surprise me; his parents are both attorneys--about as far away from science as you could get. We did ask his teacher about it the other day and she said he goes there some, but likes to stay near his friends Leo and Sarah....ahh, yes, now I understand the housekeeping part. Sarah is a gorgeous little girl that Teddy also had swim class with a year ago and now I think he is in love. And Leo is his best bud, they get very excited when they see each other and always run and give each other a hug hello (unless Teddy is being moody and decides to push Leo down instead of giving him a hug). (Apparently, if Teddy wakes up from nap and Leo is not up, then he goes over and wakes him up, because, you know, he has to have someone to play with him if he is up.) In music class, a young lady wanted a hug...well, she got one all right, along with a headlock.....(see evidence above).
Which brings me to the newest bane of my existence and one of the many mistakes I have (and will) make as a parent--the HIGHLIGHTER. Being attorneys, we use lots of highlighters (and flags, but I digress) so they are around our house. One day, I let Teddy play with one because the yellow highlighters tend not to make marks on furniture that are visible and, well, he was screaming about the crayons I had just taken away because he was eating them all. MISTAKE. Now he wants every highlighter he sees to draw on the papers (a brief that Daddy was editing or mark on Mommy's SPA's ) because that is fun, not to mention drawing on the carpet, the walls and the blinds (our brand new fancy white blinds). WHAT WAS I THINKING? Every time we go into the home-office, he screams and demands the highlighter. And all his clothes bear that unmistakable yellow hue that only a highlighter can achieve.
Teddy is learning to play well with others and we recently had a super fun playdate with Mason. Mason's daddy and Adrian were friends from 3rd grade on and I can now see what this must have been like because both boys are just like their Daddy's: Teddy would not stop talking and running after Mason and Mason thought Teddy was probably just a little too loud. It's so fun how age differences begin to erase at a certain point--they are about 6 months apart and what once seemed an impossible gulf is now just a fine line.
GrandNan also came for a visit--ask her how tired she was after all that weekend. Actually go ahead and ask Adrian too because I was on a too long stretch of too much work and not enough Teddy. After her first full day of babysitting Teddy, ol' GrandNan hit the bed right after he did. When they tell us his mood is Active, I don't even have to think too hard to imagine what is behind that description.
Teddy is also babbling--constantly. He gets it honest and he is picking up words right and left and sometimes out of no where (I am pausing because so far, no curse words and those of you who took the over/under on Adrian's proposal might want to take this bet as well). He is also using his sign language more, which makes me wish I knew more, and we are trying to reinforce it all with him.
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