boarding school?

Today is the day {s} has been looking forward to for about a month.  Pajama day at preschool.  His mouth has been watering over the promise of pancakes for snack, and the "which pajamas to wear?" decision has weighed heavily on his mind.   He  made up his mind last night, put on some pajamas, but changed his mind again this morning.  He ended up wearing what he calls "my-pajamas-with-the-monkey-and-the-monkey-has-socks-and-he-take-them-off-to-play-socky-schroeder." Also known as sock monkey pajamas from Target.  (Socky Schroeder is a game the boys invented that involves throwing socks at each other, while yelling "socky schroeder."  They are boys, and that is the only explanation I can give.)

So anyway, I finally rounded him up to head out the door, and he runs into the kitchen with his little backpack.  Not his school bag, but his backpack.  The backpack that he takes when we spend the night with Mammy and Pat.  I unzipped it and found a stuffed animal and a shirt.  He realized that I put his blankie, pillow, and Monk-monk (stuffed monkey) in his preschool bag (all pajama day accessories, by the way), and he was not happy.  He wanted them in the backpack "for to spend the night."  

On the way to school, I broke the news that he wasn't spending the night at school.  He didn't believe me.  I told him that I would pick him up just like I do every day before lunch bunch.  He told me no.  Compare this to {p}, who was the only child in his Kindergarten class who would NOT wear pajamas on pajama day and who routinely tells me that the best part of school is when I pick him up (not that he doesn't like school, because he does... he just likes home more).  

I dropped him off, told his teacher that he thought he was spending the night, and he walked in holding his preschool bag AND his backpack.  I rolled down my window and tried to find a teacher who wanted to stay all night with him.  That didn't work.  Apparently the idea of spending the night at school wasn't as appealing to his teachers!  Wonder why...  

mistaken identity

Me: {p}, do you know why you don't have school on Monday?

{p}: Yes, it's Presidents' Day.

Me: No..

{p}: Is it Obama Day?

Me: Um... no. I guess you could say that's Tuesday. Monday is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. Do you know who that is?

{p} Yeah, he was the one who had the first Christmas tree? And he put candles on it?

Me: Uh, no. That was Martin Luther. Just Martin Luther.

{p} Oh.

soul music

caught this here... and it's too good not to share:



the more loving one

Recently I was reading a book that referenced a poem by W.H. Auden.  

If equal affection cannot be, 
Let the more loving one be me.


Let the more loving one be me... that part of the verse has remained in my head for days now.  Isn't it beautiful?  Doesn't it make your heart ache to be the more loving one in all of your relationships?  Think about how your life, how your relationships with your spouse, your children, your friends.. even strangers... might change if you always chose to be the more loving one.  

Yes, let the more loving one be me.  

"A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another."   John 13:34-35