Andrew the alligator

Andrew often refers to himself as an alligator. So imagine his joy, when on his first day of preschool this month, he worked on the letter A -- and it was an alligator.

He carried it around for days, and took it to bed with him.

He LOVES preschool. It's more of a joy school, really. Five kids from our neighborhood and we trade houses every week, on Mondays and Thursdays, 2 hours each time. It's in the mornings at the other homes but in the afternoons at our house when it's our turn, so I can teach after work. I couldn't add one more thing to JB/Bishop/mortgage loan officer/dad/cook/cleaner's plate in the mornings,.

Andrew especially loves another little boy named Cory. He jumps up and down and yells "HI CORY!" every time.

I had my first day of teaching this Monday. I ran out of alphabet and number activities for these busy 3-year-olds and finally just let them play with our toys. Because, why not. And by 2:40 I was spent without my nap. And baby James wanted to nurse ("Are you feeding your baby?" came all the little voices).  But I look forward to tomorrow. They are the sweetest kids and Andrew is so happy to have this in his life.