This and That.

Do you think that if Henry can make all these paper boats at a mere five-years old, I should have him tested for the Spectrum program?  Do you know what the Spectrum program is?  Me neither, but I have to figure it out in the next two business days.

Stella never whines for toys when she's with me in a store.  Isn't that wierd?  Henry started whining for toys at the ripe old age of 18 months. So, it's a good thing she's aggressive (or assertive, whichever), bossy and cranky everywhere else or I'd start to think she was a really good child.

I really want to be a fly on the wall in Henry's classroom.  So I've volunteered to be a room mom.  Or a co-room mom.  Or co-head room mom.  Or co-head motha' in charge.  I'm not sure what my official title is.  All I know is that all the room moms met in the cafeteria this morning and there are some moms who would have enjoyed the 1950's.  Room mom-ing could be a bigger part of their lives than it is mine.  Does that make them wrong or me?  Or no one?  Does anyone have to be wrong? As long as we're all there to support our kids (or be flies on the wall) it's all good, I imagine.

Stella likes Uncle Jeff.

Speaking of Uncle Jeff, if I could get on a train and go anywhere right now, I think it would be New York. Gawd, I love New York and could really use some cosmopolitan air. But by the time I got there on a train my vacation would be over, so maybe I'd like to take a plane to New York. 

I sat in a car today and waited for Henry to take his music class. That is one simple joy I did not know existed until this very day. Waiting in cars for kids.  I'm sure the novelty will run out.  Quickly.  But, my goodness, what a nice half an hour.

This and that's it.