First Day Of Preschool

I can't believe I'm writing this, but today was Sebastian's first day of preschool. He's going to a sweet little place in Hollywood that is focused on the fine arts and seems to be filled with very loving, caring teachers.

We had these great plans of doing this great photography project with him this morning, but it went awry. But this photo sort of sums up a 2-year-old, so I will always cherish it.

Sebastian in a nutshell.

27 Months Old, 1st Day of Preschool

He's so proud of his fox lunchbox.

He'd already gone to a trial day, so he knew somewhat what to expect.

If there's one thing we've learned about Sebastian, it's that he is an observer. He has to do lots and lots of watching and processing before joining in to activities. He got rather distressed at the start because he didn't know the routine and didn't want to stop playing with the cars, but I can guarantee in a couple more visits, he will have it down.

His very kind, very loving teacher Miss Dalila helping him with his tricycle.

Several of us parents hid in the bushes to watch our kids as we left. It was hilarious. We were all freaking out together. I think I took this picture at the exact moment he caught us spying on him. He did not appreciate it. There were many tears.

When I went to pick him up, he was absolutely joyous and had no intention of leaving. "MAMA!!!", he lit up when he saw me, "Where's Dada?" All smiles, no sadness. It was such a relief. In the car, he told me, "I want to go back so I can not see you." Oh gee, thanks! He told me so much about his day, it was unbelievable! We feel so lucky that he can talk so well and share his feelings with us. Some things we learned from his recounting of the day's events: he ate a waffle for a snack, he picked tomatoes in the garden, teacher Lidia helped him use the potty, he loves MISSSS ARRRRIAAANNNNAAAA ("she has BLUE HAIR!"), "the teacher moved back and forth with the shaker," "I put my right foot in, and put my right foot out!", he has a friend named Haskell (!!!). Overall, I think day one was a success. Two mornings a week, this will be his new place to play.

So much is going on, so much shifting and changing in his little being. The whole of the world begins anew every day in my bright, beautiful boy.

My magical changeling boy at a faery birthday party. He'd just seen a statue of Puck the faery at the Huntington museum and he was totally into it.

2 Years Old

My sweet son is two years old. I can't begin to catch up here. So I'm just going to start where we are. Which is here today:

His first haircut. His beautiful, precious hair has gotten all sorts of out of control, so I just took a few unruly locks out of it today. There's still plenty of crazy hair mayhem on his head.

Here he is on his 2nd birthday, on the tram to Disneyland, where he had simply the greatest day ever.

And here he is at his birthday party at Wallaby, his little school where he goes.

He was VERY SUSPICIOUS of everyone singing the birthday song to him. It was unbelievably adorable.

My sweet family.