At 10am we head out to Children's Paradise Montessori School for my almost-3yo-boy's preschool summer class. I think I was nervous just by a tiny bit...ok it was a little bit more. I'm not sure what to expect. I just wanted Zaiid to enjoy his day and gain new friends.
Parents and guardians were not allowed inside their classroom unless it was time to. We were ask to hang out in the waiting room. Good thing I brought Neil and Mr. iPod. After months of book craving, I was able to read again. Still, my mind was wandering, imagining Zaiid crying, or worse - demanding for me.
An hour passed and finally I get to see my little boy. To my surprise, he wasn't even in his classroom! He went to another room, where older kids were busy doing an art activity. He was the curious and always moving one, the teachers just let him be.
I can see he accepted the the whole deal that yes he is ready for school. Observing the other students, he was the only one interested in blocks and tunnels and cars. He was always busy with things and moving around, but when he spotted me with a bright gleam on his face he asked for a bottle of milk.
Although I was expecting more of a Playhouse kind of style where a teacher would let them do some activity together. Or painting or doing some singing. But maybe a montessori has other ways of teaching. We'll see. After all, this is still day number one.
It's an early morning thing. Little brother wakes up 2 hours earlier than his big brother. Big brother wakes up and calls for his little brother. They sit while mama takes a picture. Nice way to start the morning.
His day is always full with his daily routine: cook, his usual car business, his BLD business, his whatever-a-Dadi-is-always-busy-with business... He still takes time to be with his apos. And who could blame a grandfather who feels every bit of peace and happiness with his grandbabies.
So eager to go to school, equally eager to go home. His little brother awaits his kuya smelling dirt and crayons and sun. They say hi and kiss away forever.
I know the title is a bit corny but I cannot believe it! Keane is hitting Dubai on 8th July at Madinat Jumeirah and in luck, I am home by 6th July! I hope me and my husband won't miss their gig. It's not going to be big as the Coldplay concert though, but, this time both of us are fans. *blush.
He showed me his first bring-home project called "Maiz con Yelo". He was smiling and happy to give it to me. I thought it was sweet. I wouldn't even know if he'd actually made it himself or if his teacher helped him do it, because he would only give me a "no no" and a smile if I'd ask him what stuff they did at school.
I am very particular with bracelets. It's the first thing I notice when somebody walks in the room if she's ever wearing one. Like any other fashionable item I wear, it has to depend on the mood I'm in: lazy or lucky or sunny. 
I spent most of the waiting time with my iPod and a book. But today, I met a pretty baby girl named Patricia, 2.3yo and is as heavy as my boy. She was waiting for her mom to pick her up and had all the playground by herself. So I decided to play with her. She doesn't talk yet, you can't pin out a single word out of her made up sentences. But she hummed a song and I hummed along. She was pleased that I can "imitate" her singing. We had a good laugh. 
Whoot! My Bee Square fabrics are here and I'm so so so smiling with delight! They smell good and they're shouting for a baby bootie or a pillow case or even a little girl's dress. I can stare at them whole day... 
Feeling blessed and lucky to have the most fulfilling "job" in the world: being a mother. 
