I was so excited to think that Tate might attend this school. It is right behind our house, and I took the picture from the seat I am sitting from in the office. I told Paul that it looked like a building in Harry Potter, so we called it the Harry Potter School. We were excited.
Tate went for ONE DAY. Let's just say, it wasn't a fit for us.
He is now going to the Spanish-English school that is down the road and went solo for a few hours for the first time today. Yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! He had a good time, and fell asleep immediately at naptime.
As for the rest of the day.....
Planning on doing lots of this:
and this: (figuring out plane tickets for my brother to come here at Spring Break)and this: (figuring out requirements to get my quarantined kitty back to us!)maybe even making these: (requested by Tate.) Listening to this: (Yes, sadly. I think I am 13.)