Yesterday was Jonathan’s last day of Gymboree school. He and I have been going there since he was about 6 months old, so he’s known the teacher/manager there for longer than he’s known a lot of people. It’s sad that Gymboree will no longer be a part of our lives, but it was time for him to stop. He and Benjamin are starting preschool in the Fall and I wanted Jonathan to have a good deal of time between Gymboree school and preschool.
My little boy is really growing up. I mean, really. No more Gymboree. An imagination that’s enviable. He’s now scared of imaginary things (like the two dots of light that shine into his room at night, he thinks they’re snake eyes or monster eyes) and his imagination games are incredible! In fact, D shared a story with me that he and Jonathan were playing an imaginary game with a time machine and caves and dinosaurs and dragons, and while in the cave, hiding from the flying dinosaur, they played a game of Simon says. Yes, while playing an imaginary game, they played another game within that one. I was impressed.
He’s also nearly 41″ tall. He comes up to nearly the top of my rib cage. Do you have any idea how disconcerting this is for me? I literally carry around someone who’s almost as tall as I am. And I only have about 75 pounds on him too. I’m good to carry around 70 pounds of baby, combined, for a handful of minutes.
My boys….Ah, I love them. I love so very much having boys. Sure, they’re destructive. And wild. And play football, sans ball, in most stores that I attempt to shop in. (That means full on running and tackling in a store), but I love it. Simply would not have it any other way.
A demonstration:
On another note, a friend of mine recommended this book and it’s really sweet!
