H is loving school. Loving it. He can't wait to 'wake' so he can go to 'cool'. He runs into the classroom every morning-- shouting 'bye-bye dad' before they even step foot into the building. He loves his teachers and he has made friends. In particular there is one little girl with whom he is totally enamored. He talks about her at bedtime when we're reading- pointing to pictures of curly haired girls and repeating her name, 'Neenah' (his pronunciation of it anyways).
When I was suggesting to him that we could go to the pumpkin patch last weekend (pictures to come), I listed the participants to him: 'Momma's going and H and B and E and Mimi' H chimed in 'Neenah' No, no alas, no Neenah this time.
Thus, H's class picture came as no surprise to us. H, in the center, has eyes only for his teacher and his Neenah.
When I was suggesting to him that we could go to the pumpkin patch last weekend (pictures to come), I listed the participants to him: 'Momma's going and H and B and E and Mimi' H chimed in 'Neenah' No, no alas, no Neenah this time.
Thus, H's class picture came as no surprise to us. H, in the center, has eyes only for his teacher and his Neenah.
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