This past week has included a lot of "Wait- we gotta put that on the blog!" moments.
Here are a few from Milo's growing cache of a budding personality-
As I was wheeling my class inside, I saw Milo's teacher, Ms. Sarah, holding the door open for me, and Milo screaming on the other side. She told me that he was hitting people in the face with LEGOS. Then, he refused to go outside with the class. So, Ms. Sarah had to grab him and carry him outdoors, and he managed to kick her in the shins.
A. I am totally embarrassed. I mean, hitting people in THE FACE? With LEGOS?
B. Milo hurt his teacher- that is so not cool.
C. What on earth is his problem?
...and then I got a little more in-depth report of the incident, as we were leaving for the day...
Apparently, the LEGOS belong in the Block Center. Several kids took them from the Block Center and were playing with them on the table. Milo then went to each kid, took a LEGO, and hit them in the head while saying variations of "This doesn't belong here! Put this away!"
I mean, I'm glad that he knows that we put toys where they belong, but I can't imagine he won too much fondness from classmates.
(And the shin-kicking was probably an accident, and he did apologize to Ms. Sarah. As did I.)
THE BIG MILK SPILL:
Milo spilled his cup of milk at lunch, and it seemed to have made quite a mess. Unprompted, Milo went to get something to clean it up. He got a paper towel. And crumpled it into a little ball.
Ms. Sarah: Milo, I think you are going to need more paper towels.
Milo: No, that's WASTING! (He goes off and gets another paper towel.)
Ms. Sarah: You're doing a great job cleaning up, but I think you need a few more paper towels.
Milo: THAT'S WASTING!
(Ms. Sarah gets more towels and the mess is cleaned. I suppose that our conservation efforts at home are making it to school...)
WHY CIRCUS DAY INCLUDED TEARS:
Friday was "Circus Day" for the Pre-K classes. When I passed the kids' Big Tent Fun, everyone was having a blast. Milo's class wasn't out yet, but when I was taking my class indoors, I spotted him sitting off to the side, arms crossed, crying. I asked and was told that he wanted to play the fishing game but didn't want to wait for the next turn. Seemed reasonable, I thought, for a 3 yr old.
I later found out that Milo was crying because he was stealing candy from the fishing game, and wasn't allowed to play unless he waited. C'mon, kid- stealing in a public place? Didn't we raise you better?
WHERE IS MY T.V.?
Last weekend, Mark hooked up the travel TV in the boys' room, so they could watch cartoons (and I could watch Juno).
We told the kids that they couldn't watch the TV during the week. After catching them sneaking Cartoon Network a few times, Mark took the TV out of the room.
Milo finally noticed when he sat in his little Spiderman chair, in the direction of where the TV was. He looked confused, then started calling after it, as if it were a missing pet:
"TV? Where are you? TV? Are you here? Where are you?''
Mark and I could barely contain the giggles.
~Another week with Milo and learning more about how he's turning into a little of me and a little of Mark.~