My son is living with my parents while I am on bed rest and I am staying with some friends. It was time for me to enroll Guy in Kindergarten and I was having a dilemma about which school to enroll him in. I decided to open enroll him at the school nearest his daycare because they offer a ride to and from school, plus they started a full time program this year and I felt Guy could benefit from that.
As it got closer to the time when school began I ran into a bunch of red tape and it looked like I was going to have to enroll him in the school nearest our home which is also in the opposite direction of my work and would mean that I would have to find him a new daycare that would also provide transportation to and from school while I was at work.
It turned out that caring for Guy was taking more energy than I had and I asked my parents if there was any way he could stay with him until the end of my pregnancy. They had an equally challenging time getting him enrolled in school and finding transportation. My father ended up giving up his part time, late night security job that was draining his energy having to walk 10 miles each night. He decided that caring for Guy was more important and worth the sacrifice. We worked it out that I pay him what I would have paid for daycare if he was living with me.
Guy was behaving very well for a couple months but he's getting a little more comfortable now and allows himself to act out. Even so, I feel like it's been a positive environment for him. Of course he's been going to church with them on Sundays. He loves school and Grandpa is determined to help him learn the alphabet.
I visit with him for a day or more over the weekends. He isn't satisfied unless he gets to spend at least one night with me. Last weekend we went to Thanksgiving Point for the outdoor Halloween activities. I walked way too much and wore myself out, but Guy had a good time.
The weekend before last we decorated Halloween cupcakes with candy and such. We made graves, hairy monsters, mummies, jack o lanterns, spiders, and other silly things. Traditionally I make sugar cookies and Guy helps me roll them up and cut them out and maybe even decorate a few, but they are much more time consuming and I knew I wouldn't be able to slave over the counter to get them made and I am such a perfectionist that I would have to decorate them perfectly. So I opted for something simpler and allowed Guy to get involved and creative.
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I just wanted to say good luck with your boys! I have 3 year old twin boys and they are really a lot of fun. If you haven't already checked into it, you might look up a local twins or multiples club. It has been a tremendous source of support for me since I'm a single mom.
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