Open House
Last Monday I went to preschool to pick up Dylan. When I arrived, he handed me an invitation to the school’s “Open House.” The open house party would be open to the parents and siblings of the preschoolers. Dylan had taken a good amount of time to decorate this invitation for us, and through the past week, the teachers had gotten the kids pumped up about their party that would take place on Wednesday the 19th (last night) from 6:30pm until 8:00pm.
Yesterday afternoon Dylan told me that he had been busy all day at school baking cookies, making Jello, and arranging plates of carrots with the teachers for the Open House. All day that’s all Dylan talked about.
It was finally time to go to the party. When we got there at 6:30, we were stuffed into Dylan’s room with 19 other preschoolers, their siblings, parents, and their grandparents! I have never felt so claustrophobic in my life.
The teachers had set up a TV, playing a video of the kids doing various activities during the day. Besides that, there was no order in the crowd. There were no planned events for parents- tours, presentations, and such, like I thought they would have. It was kind of like all of these parents brought their kids just to watch them play with the toys there.
There were the dads watching their boys build big houses out of the wooden blocks. Grandparents were in awe over the tiny sized bathrooms provided for the kids. There was actually a mom in the “kitchen area” teaching the kids what all of the fake foods were called.
I was the mom who was busy looking for those damn cookies that I heard about all day.
Dylan was looking for the cookies too when we ran into each other by the bathroom doors. That’s when he pointed out to me which black cat on the door was his. I could tell. Can you tell which one could possibly be painted by a kid with mild obsessive compulsive disorder? Yep, it’s the one on the bottom. Just the outline, thank you very much. I am not worried by this picture. I would be if I were the mom of the kid who painted just the tail. I bet that was the drug dealer kid.
The boys were getting restless. Dylan was playing on the computer, Jordan was crying, and a mom of another baby, about Jordan’s size came up to me wanting to know how old he was. My God, how LONG have we been here already?!
At 6:52 pm, we all converged by the front door, grabbed some cookies and called it a night. We bragged about the party and how delicious Dylan’s cookies were the entire ride home. We spent the rest of the night playing with Dylan at home and eating those cookies that we had stuffed into our pockets.
Yesterday afternoon Dylan told me that he had been busy all day at school baking cookies, making Jello, and arranging plates of carrots with the teachers for the Open House. All day that’s all Dylan talked about.
It was finally time to go to the party. When we got there at 6:30, we were stuffed into Dylan’s room with 19 other preschoolers, their siblings, parents, and their grandparents! I have never felt so claustrophobic in my life.
The teachers had set up a TV, playing a video of the kids doing various activities during the day. Besides that, there was no order in the crowd. There were no planned events for parents- tours, presentations, and such, like I thought they would have. It was kind of like all of these parents brought their kids just to watch them play with the toys there.
There were the dads watching their boys build big houses out of the wooden blocks. Grandparents were in awe over the tiny sized bathrooms provided for the kids. There was actually a mom in the “kitchen area” teaching the kids what all of the fake foods were called.
I was the mom who was busy looking for those damn cookies that I heard about all day.
Dylan was looking for the cookies too when we ran into each other by the bathroom doors. That’s when he pointed out to me which black cat on the door was his. I could tell. Can you tell which one could possibly be painted by a kid with mild obsessive compulsive disorder? Yep, it’s the one on the bottom. Just the outline, thank you very much. I am not worried by this picture. I would be if I were the mom of the kid who painted just the tail. I bet that was the drug dealer kid.
The boys were getting restless. Dylan was playing on the computer, Jordan was crying, and a mom of another baby, about Jordan’s size came up to me wanting to know how old he was. My God, how LONG have we been here already?!
At 6:52 pm, we all converged by the front door, grabbed some cookies and called it a night. We bragged about the party and how delicious Dylan’s cookies were the entire ride home. We spent the rest of the night playing with Dylan at home and eating those cookies that we had stuffed into our pockets.
Labels: Psychosis
posted by Sarah at
Thursday, October 20, 2005
1 Comments:
I know this is the wrong entry but I liked the laundromat picture . And yes , I knew that was an OCD cat pic. My daughter draws circles (pretty well) , noses (which are circles) and cows (which are circles) . I've put up some more pics of her .
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