Meeting the Teacher

Today was our "Meet the Teacher" day for Corbin's preschool. We went in and he got a little bit familliar with the surroundings. I got the paperwork required and the basic rundown of what happens during the school day. The teachers seem nice, and it sounds like a good fit for my monster.
I can't believe Corbin is starting PRESCHOOL on Monday! Wow!

While we were there, Corbin built himself a couple of "cranes like Daddy's work!" with these really cool blocks. How proud Daddy must be!


I still can't believe that he will now be at school for 2 hours 3 days a week! My baby's sure grown up!

What makes it worth it.

Last night, while I was putting him to bed, Corbin told me "I am so proud of you, muma. I love you"

It seems like such a simple thing, but it made my eyes water and my heart melt to know my son really does think the world of me. I know sometimes we upset each other greatly, but we love each other to bits when it comes down to it.





Today he was registered for preschool (omg. I'm sure the 3 short hours 3 times per week of 1 on 1 time with Kiki will be a blessing, but it's a little scary to me!) In only 9 sleeps, he will be a 4 year old.

He's getting so big.

My (almost) 4 year old's first haircut

I used to say we would get Corbin's haircut when he turned 3, because 2 year olds need to have crazy hair. But then we grew to love his curly whirly mop, as did he, and couldn't do it.
We waffled back and forth about cutting his hair forever only because of the huge fight it caused everyday... apparently young boys don't enjoy washing and brushing their hair.

At just over a month to his fourth birthday.. it was most certainly time.

So on July 11th, we took him to Beaner's in Red Deer, AB (Did I mention we're on another visit wit my parents?), much to his chagrin. It was an event full of mixed emotions, but the kid-friendly amosphere made it much easier. A ballpit, ride-on machines for chairs and plasma TVs playing disney movies at all the cutting stations.

Choosing his new hairstyle was difficult, but eventually I settled upon what the stylist called a "ceasar," to be styled into a faux hawk or in messy spikes.

It is certainly different. I do like it, but I miss my little man's curls.

Merry Christmas!