I knew it was time for Amy to start preschool when she got so excited about Diana's friends coming over for playdates. She was screaming for some friends of her own and for some time away from Mommy.
My mom convinced me that the parent preschool at her former place of employment (yay Mom!) was a great option for us now. It's four hours a day, twice a week. A bonus that you don't get a traditional preschool is that for about an hour during the day, I learn some great parenting techniques. We talk about discipline and other topics that parents feel they want to know more about.
Last week was the first week for Amy and me and she had a great time. She recognized the playground right away from the few times that I took the girls there to visit Grandma V. She busted right into the room and was so happy to have new toys to play with. I was really pleased with her for paying attention during circle time, sitting still at a big table during lunch and playing on her own while I was watching a video in another room. The kids played pretty well together on the first week, but they were all still a little shy. I am sure that will change as time goes on.
They got to play outside as well. When Amy heard that it was time to go outside, she shot out of the door like her hair was on fire.
I had never seen her run so fast - not even in the Diaper Derby! When she got outside, she couldn't decide what to play with first so she ran back and forth between the playground, the sand table and the play house. Then she went back to the sand table, and then the play house and then the playground. She was like a pinball.
I finally ran over to her and told her that we had plenty of time out here and that she would get to play with everything before we went back inside. It was almost like she took a sigh of relief. She settled on the playground first.
She slept really well that night and was very excited to go back a couple days later.
For me, it's nice to have some parents to talk to and to get to have some out of the house time with Amy. I love to watch her play and learn. It's going to be a great experience for both of us!
Friday, September 16, 2011
Sunday, September 04, 2011
Well, that was rude!
We've all seen the movie Pretty Woman, right? You know the one...prostitute falls in love with billionaire and they live happily ever after. Right, we're up to speed now.
There's a scene in the movie where Richard Gere's character gives Julia Roberts' character money and she goes down to Rodeo Drive to shop for some "appropriate" clothes. When she goes into the first store, they tell her that she's in the wrong place and they don't have anything for her. Booo!
I love the scene a little later in the movie when she returns to that store with about 10 shopping bags in her hands and says that they made a huge mistake..."Huge!"
Well, I am no Julia Roberts, but I was "Pretty Womaned" the other day and I feel compelled to write about it.
I am going to be in a wedding at the end of October. I have been a little preoccupied lately so I put off dress-hunting until Friday. Huge mistake, I know. Especially since I was asked to pick a dress that is more summer color than fall color. My bad, yes. I saw an ad in the paper the other day for a popular dress shop in downtown Fairfield. They were having and end-of-summer clearance. Well, Angela missed out on all the summer dresses so when I went the clearance was over.
I strolled into the shop promptly at 10 a.m. after enjoying a Starbucks tea with Amy. She was still munching on her bagel when we arrived at the store. I immediately got dark stares upon entering the store with my kid. I could practically hear what the two older women were thinking "How DARE she bring a child in our store? And the child is eating to boot?"
The lady asked me to put Amy's bagel away (yea, good luck with that) so I had Amy put it back in the Starbucks bag. She screamed and then threw her book across the store.
"I have a thrower too," the lady said. I looked at her a little funny.
"My grandson is a thrower," she clarified.
Whatever. I told her what I was in the market for that day because I obviously wasn't in the mood for small talk. She looked at the swatches that I brought along and instantly she was discouraged at my color choice. She showed me a couple dresses that I said were "OK" but not exactly what I had in mind. She presented another dress that I don't think anyone in their mid-30s should even touch let alone wear.
"I don't think that's quite me," I said. She turned her nose up at me and went to another part of the store.
She then handed me back my swatches and said "I don't think we have what you are looking for."
HUH?
"Oh, well, OK," I said.
There was no offer to order something from a catalog or offer another shop. Nothing. Just a snooty attitude and dismissal. I left the store with my kid. As I manuevered out of the front door with Amy in the stroller, she didn't even offer to help. Not that I need it, but an offer would have been nice.
That's the last time I go to that store. (Technically I have never purchased anything at that store, but still...)
I have never been "Pretty Womaned" before and I have never gotten the kind of reception I did from those women anywhere else because I had a kid with me. Considering those women, at least one of them, was a grandma, I would've expected a little more courtesy.
It's all good. I went to JC Penney...a nice family-friendly store...and got a dress for the wedding for $30! Thank you big-box retailers and your end-of-summer clearance!
There's a scene in the movie where Richard Gere's character gives Julia Roberts' character money and she goes down to Rodeo Drive to shop for some "appropriate" clothes. When she goes into the first store, they tell her that she's in the wrong place and they don't have anything for her. Booo!
I love the scene a little later in the movie when she returns to that store with about 10 shopping bags in her hands and says that they made a huge mistake..."Huge!"
Well, I am no Julia Roberts, but I was "Pretty Womaned" the other day and I feel compelled to write about it.
I am going to be in a wedding at the end of October. I have been a little preoccupied lately so I put off dress-hunting until Friday. Huge mistake, I know. Especially since I was asked to pick a dress that is more summer color than fall color. My bad, yes. I saw an ad in the paper the other day for a popular dress shop in downtown Fairfield. They were having and end-of-summer clearance. Well, Angela missed out on all the summer dresses so when I went the clearance was over.
I strolled into the shop promptly at 10 a.m. after enjoying a Starbucks tea with Amy. She was still munching on her bagel when we arrived at the store. I immediately got dark stares upon entering the store with my kid. I could practically hear what the two older women were thinking "How DARE she bring a child in our store? And the child is eating to boot?"
The lady asked me to put Amy's bagel away (yea, good luck with that) so I had Amy put it back in the Starbucks bag. She screamed and then threw her book across the store.
"I have a thrower too," the lady said. I looked at her a little funny.
"My grandson is a thrower," she clarified.
Whatever. I told her what I was in the market for that day because I obviously wasn't in the mood for small talk. She looked at the swatches that I brought along and instantly she was discouraged at my color choice. She showed me a couple dresses that I said were "OK" but not exactly what I had in mind. She presented another dress that I don't think anyone in their mid-30s should even touch let alone wear.
"I don't think that's quite me," I said. She turned her nose up at me and went to another part of the store.
She then handed me back my swatches and said "I don't think we have what you are looking for."
HUH?
"Oh, well, OK," I said.
There was no offer to order something from a catalog or offer another shop. Nothing. Just a snooty attitude and dismissal. I left the store with my kid. As I manuevered out of the front door with Amy in the stroller, she didn't even offer to help. Not that I need it, but an offer would have been nice.
That's the last time I go to that store. (Technically I have never purchased anything at that store, but still...)
I have never been "Pretty Womaned" before and I have never gotten the kind of reception I did from those women anywhere else because I had a kid with me. Considering those women, at least one of them, was a grandma, I would've expected a little more courtesy.
It's all good. I went to JC Penney...a nice family-friendly store...and got a dress for the wedding for $30! Thank you big-box retailers and your end-of-summer clearance!
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