I have a preschooler!

Where has the time gone?

K1 started preschool today!  He was beyond ready.

Normally he will ride the bus to school from daycare and back again, but I took him in this morning. 

He got to sit at the same table as his buddy B.  B will get to ride the bus with him on the way home everyday.  They are so excited.

K1 was a little leery of me leaving, but said goodbye and that was that. 

Since Mr. Bin is still working out of town we had to call him and send pictures this morning.

When he was done at school I left work so I could video tape him getting off the bus.  I'm so glad I did.  The video captured every emotion of the day.  K1 was so cocky to his friends at daycare.  "I got to ride the school bus" attitude to everyone.  Such excitement.  (I would love to post the video here, but K1 has a name tag on with his full name and I would have to blur it)

I can't wait to go pick him up from daycare and hear more about his day.  Let's hope tomorrow goes just as smoothly as today!

After he hung his bag up at daycare

K1

I call my boys K1 and K2 in real life sometimes.  Not regularly, but they answer to the moniker. 

Until recently that is.  K1 all of a sudden wants to be K2.  I told him it doesn't work that way, he came first.  The little stink actually threw a fit. 

Who doesn't want to be #1?

This kid evidently...

Did I mention he likes pirates?

If you ever go to the Dells and eat at Crabby's because it's pirate themed and your kid likes pirates, be warned.  The pirates move and sing and scare the ever loving shit out of kids under 4.  Then, you have to go sit in a so-hot-you-could-cook-an-egg van with your children and wait for everyone else to finish eating.

Then, I asked K1 if he still wanted a pirate birthday party he said yes.  When asked if he still liked pirates he said, "Yes, but I don't like real ones."  Like duh, mom.

So the pirate party is still on.  See some of our party favors...

The bandanna, not the balloons.  Sleepy pirate.

Sometime soon I'll get a post up about vacation.

Phone Photos. Vacation Edition.

Buffalo Phils - Food brought to you by train.

Party in the Park

Gettting ready for vacation.  Life jackets, check. Sleeping bags, check. Beer, check.

Riding the train at Mt Olympus

Breakfast at Paul Bunyans

Look at that brave little boy in the back car of the roller coaster.  When he got off the ride he said, "That was fun, but I don't want to do it again."

Not a vacation until the Mr. is in bed with his in-laws.

Guard Your Nuts

W were sitting in my parents drive way watching the boys roll hula hoops back and forth.  Mr. Bin picks up a ball-toss-thingy my brother and I used to play with and asked what you were supposed to do with it.

My mom promptly grabs it to show him how to toss it. 

She winds it up.  Lets it go.  It lands directly in my dads lap.  And by lap I mean crotch.

The look on my mom's face was priceless.  She was about to loose it and let her laughter out, but remained calm.

My dad just got up and walked in the house not a saying a word or making a sound.

I'm sitting there, shoulder's shaking, trying not to laugh.

I take one look at my mom and we both crack up.  We're crying, we're laughing so hard.

We collect ourselves and go back to playing with the boys.

After a few minutes, my dad has still not returned to the driveway.  So, what's Mom do? 

She tells K1 to go ask Grandpa if his wiener's okay.  Exact words.

K1 walks to the back door.  Doesn't open it.  Just screams.

K1: "HEY GRANDPA! IS YOU'RE WIENER OKAY?"

Now, we're about rolling on the ground. 

K1: "IS IT YES OR NO?"

Mind you the whole neighborhood can hear this.

K1: "GRANDPA IS YOU'RE WIENER OKAY?"

K1: "OKAY, JUST CHECKIN'!"

He comes back to us.

K1:  "Yep, Grandpa's wiener is fine."

Hilarious.