Look at those PJ legs! (Of course, they are pulled up a bit.) A little short wouldn't you say? I unpacked his growth chart and hung it on the wall. He has grown one inch since September 9. That means that by the time they move into their new house this summer, he will have grown another inch!
Daddy decided that Kevin should skip school today for 3 reasons: Lice is back in his classroom. ugh! To give him some stability with the move. And to have time with Grandma.
We worked on creating a play space for him in the third bedroom which has Daddy's treadmill and boxes which will not be unpacked in the apartment but cannot go to the rented storage unit where all the stuff is from the house. We set up the old coffee table for him to work/play on, put his toys on the bookshelves (the cardboard boxes on the bottom shelves are some of Karin's scrapbooks!).
We had a piano lesson at my house at NY's time that went very well! I brought supplies to have a lesson 3 weeks ago as I thought Kevin's keyboard was in the apt., but it wasn't -- at least, not unpacked. With this move, I found the unpacked box which had it! So we had another piano lesson! If someone had the time to work with him, he has interest in learning. My mother taught me to play at age 4, and I taught Karin at age 4. Kevin is 5, almost 6. He is ready.
We had planned to walk around the lake today. It started raining this morning, but we were still planning to go after lunch. We went to a favorite (at least, for Karin and me!) breakfast/lunch/brunch restaurant which is across the street from their apartment. Surprisingly, when we were ready to bundle up for the walk, Kevin didn't want to do it. We did read some stories and created sticker stories instead.
Then it was time for Grandma to take him to his after school program while Grandma headed for the airport. Kevin was quite upset as I left him. Big crocodile tears. The teacher was in tears too, because her little boy lost his Daddy too, so she knows the trauma well. To help divert his attention, she suggested to the children that they have snack time with some homemade cookies she had brought in.
He turned around with his cookie and realized I was leaving and the tears came again.
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