Ahh . . . 10 years of wedded bliss and my hubby has *still* not learned to put his foot in his mouth. I tried to catch this on tape so the world may know . . . but alas this snake is slick. Here he is digging out of a goof in under 5 seconds.
We cleaned the Pit of Despair. The what? Our bedroom. Somewhere around married year 5 we learned to keep the house fairly guest-ready...all but the pit. Look at this fun, quick clip of Jonathan "helping" clean the mattress (sorta).
Here is my deep, dark secret: I fear that I will never forgive myself for putting Jonathan in preschool at two. See? I can't even bring myself to call it a daycare. Not very biblical to admit, I guess, but this is one of those very deep, very raw issues I am grappling with as a mother. Jonathan is almost to the point of a selective mute at school. He stays on the fringes, rarely participating in a group lesson. He'll play with kids during center time or 1:1 with a teacher as long as he doesn't think anyone can "see" him. Does that make sense? It's not just at preschool, but Awanas and Sunday school too. Last month we got a page and a half, handwritten, single spaced letter letting us know he does not participate in Sunday school from someone who assumed this is disobedience and defiance directed only at her. At home, he's nothing like that (as you can see from the above video!) This video is an advertisement for why homeschooling would be a better choice for him for pre-K. I'm praying that with time away from a formal class setting to "un-learn" this habit and maturity, he'll be better socially equipped for kindergarten.
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