I was out of town for the first week of Cole's second attempt at preschool. I think this turned out to be a blessing in disguise, because so far so good. No tears, no phone calls, no Cole freaking out about even the thought of preschool. It was probably better that Janene took him instead of me because Cole is definitely a Momma's boy. Leaving Momma? Hard. Leaving Janene? Not hard. (Sorry, Janene.)
Cole's really grown up in the past two months or so. He poops in the potty. He actually listens to me... sometimes... mostly... well, more than before. Time outs have been drastically reduced. And he likes preschool and actually wants to go.
Miracles happen, people.
Here's the "All About Me" page I made for his class book.
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