Transition

I received a disturbing notice in Brendan’s cubby at school this week. It said that he will be moving to the next class room. The transition period starts on August 20, and his first full day in the new class room is on September 4th. I was unreasonably rocked by this news. It’s not just that my little man is growing up, it’s that I don’t want to leave the butterfly room. I love the teachers here – they are family to my family. You aren’t supposed to graduate out of a family, are you? Heck, I would even keep putting on those silly shoe covers if we could just stay put in the butterfly room.

The rational side of me knows that Brendan is ready. When he started in the butterfly room, I remember the ‘big kids’ who could WALK seeming like they didn’t belong around my tiny defenseless baby. Now Brendan is the big kid in the class room. He is always busy. And with all of his confidence and curiosity and delight in anything new (unless it’s a vegetable…) he is ready for more. And in the monkey room, he will get to spend time outside in the huge play yard with the water table and the sand, and all of the fun things out there. He will learn to take his nap on a tiny cot, rather than in a crib. He will learn how to walk outside like a big boy – standing in line and holding onto his part of the rope, rather than riding in a buggy. There will be music time and story time and all kinds of things that he will love. He’s ready. And his Mama will still be right down the hall, coming to visit every chance she gets.

In the meantime, Brendan is reeking havoc in the butterfly room. Perhaps he has been inspired by the olympics, because suddenly he is a gymnast, a sprinter – and probably a pole vaulter if he ever got the chance. Miss Gracie told me that he gave her a few grey hairs yesterday. He had pushed the little musical table (just like the one he has at home) over to the climbing structure – and when Miss Gracie looked up, he was already on top of the table, trying to pull himself up and over the railing onto the top of the platform. I have witnessed him in the classroom attempting to summit the bookcase where some of the snacks are kept, and at home he has started pulling whatever toys are in his pack and play over to the edge so he can climb on them. Several times I have gotten out of the shower to find him standing on his tip toes on top of some poor unsuspecting toy – peeking over the edge at me. When I ask him what in the world he is doing, he giggles uncontrollably. Heaven help us. Miss Sarah told me that today Brendan said, “Uh-oh” two times. Something tells me we’ll all be dishing out a few more ‘uh-oh’s in the days and weeks to come.

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Today I caught up with the babies on their walk around the pond (the baby stalker strikes again) and when Brendan saw me, he put his arms straight up in the air – I walked over and he pulled me in for an honest to goodness hug. It made my day for sure. And then Harper yelled at me because she needed her hug, and I was happy to oblige. Followed up by one more Brendan hug because I always get my best Brendan hugs following Harper hugs. Daddy finally gets to experience this now that Harper has decided that he is “in”, rather than just an intruder touching her boyfriend. Harper hugs are like a buy one get one free coupon – you get the joy of the Harper hug, followed by a guaranteed Brendan hug bonanza.

“Bubbles” are still big in our house – last night he even got excited when he saw bubbles on Yo Gabba Gabba, and announced, “Bubbles!”. It’s amazing to see him put things together like that. I think he is also starting to learn “purple” because we park on the purple level in the garage at work and we always point to all the purple poles and run up to examine them and announce that they are purple. Yesterday morning I thought he said it on his own, and last night he confirmed it. I’m not sure if he thinks the pole is “purple” or if he knows we’re talking about the color – but either way: adorable. We also like to go out and look at the moon – most of the time the moon isn’t up before Brendan goes to bed, but we go out every night anyway. And even if we can’t see the moon, he’s happy to point to the sky which has always been one of his favorites. He also marches around our kitchen island like he’s trying to reach a quota every day – and most of the time he is carrying some type of stick-like object. He and Chelsea seem to become closer pals every day, and they continue to gang up on me around meal time. He is still showing random daily preferences (or more accurately avoidences) of certain foods. Today he wouldn’t eat the maccaroni/cheese/spinach combo that he has loved for months. Fruit is always his first choice – unless it’s melon which is hit or miss. And so far he has never rejected a tomato. (I’m picturing my Dad right now sarcastically saying, ‘Wow. Fascinating.’)

That red thing in the upper right corner is a ball he was throwing at me. He loves to throw balls – but often times there is a lot of wind up while he figures out how to let go of the ball at the right time.

I will admit that this has been a lot of detail, but I have been sparse in my accounting of every nuance, (I blame the Olympics… at least partially) and I don’t want to forget a thing. It’s all going so fast.