Boys Don't Cry

As a payback for not sending me emails, I dressed the boys alike.
You're welcome, Teachers!

Boys don't cry...unless you tell them they cannot eat a Swiss Roll until after dinner. But that's another story for another time.

Tonight, I am here to report that my boys don't cry anymore when their Dad drops them off for school. In fact, they are dang near jubilant in the mornings! Ready and raring to go! I'm not sure what switch was flipped to make it this way, but I am certainly grateful this day has come.

Unfortunately, the notes and pictures from the teachers only came for the first week. I think that is cruel, but I guess it doesn't matter what I think. At any rate, I have to rely on those boys to tell me about their days. Which, as you can imagine, does not get me far.

Me: Julian, what did you do at school today?

The Bear named Joe enjoying a Krispy Kreme.

Jules: A frog puzzle!

He tells me that every single day. He's got to being doing something other than that dadgum frog puzzle.

Me: Jonas, what did you do at school today?
Jonas: Played on the playground!

In addition to playing on the playground, Jonas informed Rachel today that he also, "Made a huge mess with cheerios."

Last week, both Doug and I got to go to school to join the boys for Donuts with Dad (or Mom). Doug had donuts with Jonas, and I had donuts with Jules.

The parents walked into the classroom to find the children all sitting politely in a circle. When Jonas spotted Doug, he hollered, "Dad! You're home!" He crawled into Doug's lap and a kindergarten student gave them each a donut. Jonas wolfed his down in record time (his first donut [excluding the "chocolate meatball" aka chocolate donut hole he lapped up a few weeks prior]) and wanted more. While the kids and Dads were eating donuts, the teacher read a nice book, "What Daddies do Best." Jonas waited until a pause in the story to scream, "I WANT MORE DONUTS!" My kid.

My crazy critters.

The following day, it was my turn to join Jules in his classroom for donuts. I was in the back of the line of parents entering the class, so I got to watch his little face search the crowd, trying to see if his Mommy or Daddy was among the group. When he spotted me, I tell you what, I wouldn't give anything for that feeling of seeing his little face light up with love and excitement! He rushed right over to me, and I had to usher him back to the circle. He gave me kisses and sat in my lap. Unlike Jonas, he wanted nothing to do with the donut. He wanted nothing to do with the story. He wanted nothing to do with school. Two or three times the boy got up from my lap and went over to his cubby and got his coat, backpack, and hat. "Time to go home, Mom. Let's go to Woolmart." "No, you have to stay here at school." "Let's go to Target!" "No. Not today." "Let's go to the aquarium." "No, you gotta stay here." "Where's my brother, Jonas?" Sigh...and then story time was over, and I had to leave him, and he cried. It was terrible in that moment. BUT. He doesn't cry anymore!

And through it all, one thing remains constant. Kate keeps chillin out maxin relaxin all cool.

Monster.