Homer's going to preschool two days a week now. He loves it. Who wouldn't love preschool? What with all that glue and scissors and Thomas the Train tables? That's heaven, my friend.
These pictures are from Homer's first day of school, about four weeks ago:
He was so excited, but still fell asleep in the car on the way there. It's kind of a long drive, in preschool minutes. Doesn't he look about seven years tall in that picture? Sad.
He perked right up when we got there, tho.
This is the inside of the preschool. It's really cute. Probably the cutest preschool any of my kids have gone to.
Despite my day ending earlier this year, I still have loads of one-on-one time with Homer. I have moments when I really appreciate the time I have with him, and moments when I long for a little more freedom to get the things done that I need/want to do. I'm trying to find a good balance, but so far Homer is winning. Part of the problem is that he has suddenly turned into a giant chicken. He's afraid to be alone, due to the ghosts, pirates, and aliens that live in our house. I don't wonder why he's afraid of those things, because I was terrified of the same things when I was his age. Except maybe pirates.
Here's an edited-down video I took of Homer before school this week. He still has his head wound here, but it's looking much better now. I wanted to ask him a few interview-type questions, but he pleaded the 5th to most of them. As a result, most of the video wound up on the cutting room floor. I got tired of hearing my voice after about 2 minutes anyway.