Playground fun, Firehouse Storytime

She is is too much.















Ayman, having a great time at the playground.















Playing nice together for once.....















Ayman, got to ride in the fire truck, for about 20 feet.















They gave out "helmets"after the tour.


So on Monday, I took the kids to the park for a bit. They played like crazy for about 40 minutes. Then unbeknownst to Ayman, we walked over to the nearby fire station for a Storytime sponsored my the Stockton library. We were the first ones there, so the rookie fireman (very nice guy) let Ayman sit in the fire truck, and even drove him from the garage onto the driveway, Woo Hoo! The library lady read some books, the same rook fireman donned all of his gear, and showed the kids what firemen look like when they have to go in to a fire. He also made a point several times to remind the boys and girls to not run away or hide from the firemen if they come to fight a fire. I thought that was smart. They got to see where the firemen eat sleep and watch tv, then at the end of the tour, they handed our fire hats and sticker "badges" When it was time to go, Ayman did not want to, and tried to stay by holding on to the flag pole. It didn't work. When we got home, he flopped down on the couch and promptly passed out.
It was a good day for the both of them.
Today however, was not a good day for Jennah. She had an eighteen month check up and was the lucky recipient of 5-count 'em- 5 shots. The first one, she didn't notice really. the second placed a puzzling look on her face, the third stuck her bottom lip out, the fourth, well the fourth made her cry and then finally, the fifth made her do the O-so-sad, and somewhat scary, silent scream. The situation was quickly rectified with a Strawberry Shortcake sticker. I hooked her up with some M&Ms, and McDonalds, and she was good to go. When I came home from school tonight though, Amr told me she was walking funny. Poor baby, she was. she won't walk. when she does it is only like 2 steps, and they are stiff leg steps- no bending at the knee. I hope she is better tommorow- It maybe my fault though, I forgot to rub her thighs after the shots. Bad Mommy. I was busy hugging her and forgot to. I suck. Well I started a new module tonight and I actually have homework, so I think i am gonna be a good girl and do that.

A new friend

So, I got on the bus to buckle Ayman in this morning. The little boy that is in his class, Dante, wasn't in the seat he usually sits in. I was about to buckle Ayman in, and noticed Dante was sitting in the seat behind. I said "There you are, Dante" Ayman looked at me, and immediately stood up, and moved to sit next to Dante. It appears he has made a friend at school. Last time I took him to the preschool, Ayman ran in ahead of me, hung up his book bag, and ran to wash his hands and sit for his lunch. When Dante came in, Ayman stood up and yelled at him, "Dante, Come on and eat your lunch!"

I am totally loving the effects of preschool on my boy.

My son is blossoming

So, some folks know I had Ayman evaluated for speech delay, and he was found to have one, so he is in a special pre-k class. In this class he gets to do regular preschool stuff, plus work with speech therapists, and stuff like that. Every year, we will meet in June and discuss his progress. This past June was our first such meeting. The team of wonderful teachers at XXXXXXXX XXXXXXX Elementary suggested that Ayman be enrolled in general education preschool. So, I did. Now, instead of going to school from 830-1130, he goes from 830 (the bus picks him up at 730) until 230 when his sister and i go to pick him up. At preschool they sing, eat lunch, go to the library and play, play, play. He loves it. With the exception of a rough start going pee at school (he used to hold it until he got home when he only had the morning class) he is adjusting way better than I expected. In the short two weeks he has been back at school, he is talking more, asking questions, singing, and playing more than ever before. He actually says hello to people, when before he was too shy to do it. He initiates. It is awesome. I am really loving getting to see this growth my son is going through. That is what is really all about right? Watching your kids grow up, and become their own person, suceed, (and of course some failure) and enjoy thier lives. I am loving it. I find myself asking my husband about what Ayman did that evening when I come home from school. He does some funny unexpected things sometimes. Yesterday he flopped down on the couch and went "PHWEW!" while wiping his hand across his forehead. Where does he get that stuff? Then of course there is the polar opposite that is his sister Jennah. Where Ayman was always careful and deliberate, Jennah kind of barrels through things. She climbs like a mountain goat and is very chatty. She loves to dress up in a dish towel cape and under pants on her head, with hair elastics on her wrists as bracelets. She lets me do her hair in elaborate works, for an 18 month old she can really sit still better than I would expect. Of course, there is the awesome stuff she does, just to piss Ayman off, which makes me crazy. I realize that is just payback for how my brother and I were though, so I have to let that go. I guess I just wanted to get this down. I have been neglecting the blog lately, with all my other crap going on, I have a lot of balls in the air right now, probably more than I should. My mom and i were talking about it and we decided this is the stuff that should really get written down. So here it is.
Totally unrelated, but I have lost 10 pounds or so in the last couple of weeks. Good times.