Up is down
02/01/07 20:31
I have to admit, it's
really difficult being at work sometimes, and knowing
that Cady is at preschool. I would love to be with
her during the day. But she is such a good child. Our
morning routine usually goes something like this:
By 5 am, Scott is already off to work, and my alarm goes off at 5:20 am, at which time I drag my butt out of bed and wander into the kitchen to get some coffee, then go to the computer and read a bit, and rush around to get dressed. At 6:15 am I'm usually waking Cady, and she obliges, sometimes in a half daze. By 6:30 we're in the car, driving to her daycare. Then I say a few words about how we should have left earlier, and tomorrow will be different. By 6:45, I'm rushing her into the classroom, sitting her down, placing her breakfast in front of her at the table with the other 5 or 6 kids that also arrive before the sun comes up, and kissing her goodbye. She almost always wakes up in a good mood, and in our 15 minute car ride to preschool, she talks or sings and points out the city bus, or a red barn that we pass daily. We drive by Scott's office on the way to school, which is usually accompanied by her announcing, "There's Baba's work!" She loves school. She loves to learn. And she is sooo proud to announce to her friends that either Scott or I have arrived to get her in the afternoon. She will announce, "My daddy! My daddy!" and looks around the room to make sure that her friends know it's HER daddy that's come to their school.
She's learning so much in preschool. Mostly, she's learned that there is a routine to the day, and when either of us leaves, we always come back. But she's also learned how to count to 20 (it gets a bit jumbled after 20, but up to 20 it's usually very good). She knows how to count to 10 in spanish. She knows all of her shapes, including the differences between an oval and a circle, and the differences between a square and a rectangle. She can engage in casual conversation with me, and at least half of the time we're actually communicating intelligently together.
Her latest achievements with words are "Keegan" and "up is down" Our dog's name is Keegan, and for the longest time she's called him Keeno. Well, now she actually calls the dog Keegan, instead of Keeno, but I miss her calling him Keeno. It was so cute. She referred to him as Keeno so often before, that I started calling the dog Keeno too, without thinking about it. Up-is-down is now her favorite word. She heard me saying upside down about two weeks ago, and the logical outcome from her brain to her mouth was up-is-down. Makes sense. Turn something over, and there you have it, up IS down. She makes me grin every time I hear it.
When I'm exhausted and ready to come home from work, Cady always makes my day complete. My commute time is around 45 minutes from work, and when I walk in the back door, and down the hall, she sees me and she squeals. She literally screams with delight. I'd really love to be here with her all the time, but she is getting so much from being at preschool. And we thoroughly enjoy seeing each other at the end of the day. For the next couple of hours after dinner, we read books, sing songs and genuinely enjoy our girl time together. Sometimes she climbs in my lap then stands on her head as I hold her, and we laugh. This little girl can put life back into my tired soul. After long and difficult days at work, she turns my life right side up again.
By 5 am, Scott is already off to work, and my alarm goes off at 5:20 am, at which time I drag my butt out of bed and wander into the kitchen to get some coffee, then go to the computer and read a bit, and rush around to get dressed. At 6:15 am I'm usually waking Cady, and she obliges, sometimes in a half daze. By 6:30 we're in the car, driving to her daycare. Then I say a few words about how we should have left earlier, and tomorrow will be different. By 6:45, I'm rushing her into the classroom, sitting her down, placing her breakfast in front of her at the table with the other 5 or 6 kids that also arrive before the sun comes up, and kissing her goodbye. She almost always wakes up in a good mood, and in our 15 minute car ride to preschool, she talks or sings and points out the city bus, or a red barn that we pass daily. We drive by Scott's office on the way to school, which is usually accompanied by her announcing, "There's Baba's work!" She loves school. She loves to learn. And she is sooo proud to announce to her friends that either Scott or I have arrived to get her in the afternoon. She will announce, "My daddy! My daddy!" and looks around the room to make sure that her friends know it's HER daddy that's come to their school.
She's learning so much in preschool. Mostly, she's learned that there is a routine to the day, and when either of us leaves, we always come back. But she's also learned how to count to 20 (it gets a bit jumbled after 20, but up to 20 it's usually very good). She knows how to count to 10 in spanish. She knows all of her shapes, including the differences between an oval and a circle, and the differences between a square and a rectangle. She can engage in casual conversation with me, and at least half of the time we're actually communicating intelligently together.
Her latest achievements with words are "Keegan" and "up is down" Our dog's name is Keegan, and for the longest time she's called him Keeno. Well, now she actually calls the dog Keegan, instead of Keeno, but I miss her calling him Keeno. It was so cute. She referred to him as Keeno so often before, that I started calling the dog Keeno too, without thinking about it. Up-is-down is now her favorite word. She heard me saying upside down about two weeks ago, and the logical outcome from her brain to her mouth was up-is-down. Makes sense. Turn something over, and there you have it, up IS down. She makes me grin every time I hear it.
When I'm exhausted and ready to come home from work, Cady always makes my day complete. My commute time is around 45 minutes from work, and when I walk in the back door, and down the hall, she sees me and she squeals. She literally screams with delight. I'd really love to be here with her all the time, but she is getting so much from being at preschool. And we thoroughly enjoy seeing each other at the end of the day. For the next couple of hours after dinner, we read books, sing songs and genuinely enjoy our girl time together. Sometimes she climbs in my lap then stands on her head as I hold her, and we laugh. This little girl can put life back into my tired soul. After long and difficult days at work, she turns my life right side up again.
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