... and I have Shell over at Things I Can't Say to thank.
Thanks again, Shell!
These come at a great time since Big T will be heading to Kindergarten this September and as it gets closer and closer I'm starting to freak out just a wee bit. I'm also a bit of a label geek so I am truly ecstatic and did a little happy dance when I got the email that I won. (See, Hubby, I told you I was easy to please) Big T will be going to school completely labelled...I'll try to avoid his forehead though.
This will make one part of going to Kindergarten easy. I can cross that off my list. Here's the rest of what's worrying me about Kindergarten:
1) Packing lunches. Big T is beyond a picky eater. I'm talking pasta has never touched this boy's lips. He's not into sandwiches either. So I'm stressing about what to put in his lunch. I finally got him to eat a Nutella sandwich, but since it's a nut it's probably banned from the schools like peanut butter. I know there's no-nut butters out there, but he won't eat them.
2) Getting him out the door EVERY SINGLE DAY! Last year Big T went to Preschool three days a week, Mon, Wed & Fri and he was always whining..."I have to go to school AGAIN??" Getting him out the door just may be a
3) Keeping him awake 'til bedtime. There are still days when Big T needs a nap. Not every day, but on those days, especially if we've been really active, he's pretty bagged. So being at school from 9am-3pm every day, he's going to be so wiped he'll want a nap probably around 5-o'clock. If he stays asleep 'til 7 the next morning, I'd be laughing, but this child has only ever needed 9 hours of sleep a night.
4) Potty time. Probably my biggest worry. Big T has - shall I say - "issues" surrounding poop. As I've written about before, he just does not like to go and holds it. He has a certain way he sits on the ground, floor, whatever, when he's holding it. Of course he can't always hold it all and I just fear him being teased because as we all know, kids can be cruel.
I know it will all work itself out though and all in all I'm excited for him and all that he's going to experience, the new friends he will make and how much he will learn, and now the cool labels that will adorn his belongings.
Sniff, sniff...my baby's growing up.
