SOMEONE had a preschool interview this morning. His first -- and likely last, because the kid just totally got himself accepted to our first choice school, the uber-precious Montessori down the street that strikes that perfect balance of all-plain-solid-wood-toy adorableness, completely imaginary snob prestige, and oh yeah, being in our goddamn price range, holy shit.
Though I originally THOUGHT we'd apply for a two-day two-year-old program, only to find out that no, Ezra's mid-October birthday is still early enough to admit him as a three-year-old.
Three-year-olds attend five days a week, they said.
Imma gonna need to call you back, I said. And promptly passed the fuck out.
Oh! The sunrise/sunsettiness of it all! My baby! MAH BABY.
I told Ezra he'd be visiting a school this morning. He promptly requested a backpack. When I told him it was time to go, he said, "OH MY BUS IS HERE!" and hustled out the door, where he was crushingly disappointed to learn that no, he would be chauffeured to school by Daddy. In the minivan.
Jason took him; I pretended not to care in the slightest because WHATEVER, PRESCHOOL, but of course as soon as they returned and I oh-so-casually asked how it went, Jason called my bluff and told me, "They said he's not a good fit."
Well. HE thought it was funny, anyway.
Ezra arrived in the classroom and immediately and painlessly separated from Jason, like TOYS TOYS THINGS BYE DAD, quickly settled on his activity of choice and sat down with a teacher for a quick mini-lesson, chatted politely with her for awhile and then obediently cleaned everything up when they were done.
Then he wandered over to some flash cards and pointed to one with the number nine.
TEACHER: Wow! You know your numbers already!
JASON: Um. I...guess so? Apparently? Yes?
(THANKS, NICK JR!)
So it's settled. Come September I will be the mother of a kindergartner and a preschooler. And an infant. A fresh one. With that nice new-car head smell. Well...actually even that one be three months old by September, and possibly outgrowing clothes already and making his first rolling-like attempts at mobility and Ruining Mama's Life and growing up so fast and I will need another new little baby to stay home with me forever and ever AND I AM SENSING A FLAW IN THIS HAVING BABIES THING ALL OF A SUDDEN.