It's a bird, it's a plane...
it's an insanely huge Little Guy. Oh, yes, I am at least temporarily allowed to call him that again. "You can call me Little Guy," he thoughtfully stated tonight as I carried him. I also realize that it has been two years since Nick started at his Montessori school.
Remember this guy?
Yep, there we have my little guy who is in pre-K for the Montessori set. He will also start enrichment classes on Monday, so will end up attending school from 8:30 a.m. - 2:30 p.m. every day. For those of you who think I am heartless and cruel, sending my wee bairn off for hours, remember:
- He LOVES his school.
- Montessori rocks (okay, I'm biased, I loved it as a kid).
- There is a SLIM chance that I might take Spanish this year as yo quiero hablar espanol muy, well, you get the picture, I need a bit of work on my language skillz.
- There is that whole I'm a single parent thing and this is pretty much the only time I have to clean the house, run, grocery shop, work in my 3 volunteer positions, do laundry, garden, maintain the cars, plan meals, and, of course, drink copious amounts of coffee in order to do all of the above.
So, there we have it. There is my *Little Guy* who is still very much the same fabulous LG he has always been, just much, much, much taller.