Preschool Party
I figure if I post this today it still happened the same month it got posted. Tomorrow, it would be too late.
Ben had his preschool Christmas party on the 19th of December. They sort of do a mini Christmas concert and all the parents are invited to come and take pictures of their little Christmas angels.
Here's Ben wrapping his present for his teacher, Mrs. Haider. (At the beginning of the year a friend of mine who has a child in the same school told me that the teacher her son had the previous year is amazing, and that I should try to get Ben into her class. I was too late though. All her spots were full and I was stuck with the new girl. I wouldn't have worried if I'd met the new girl though. She's also amazing. Ben loves her very much. The other day I dropped him off at school and he kept telling me he didn't want to go to the purple room. He only wanted to see Mrs. Haider. I had no idea what he was talking about, since none of the rooms in the school are purple, but assured him he would see Mrs. Haider. When we got inside he was still adamant that he didn't want to go in the purple room. He only likes Mrs. Haider, not the purple teacher. That's when the light bulb went off. The other teacher's name is Mrs. Perpeluk. Mrs. Purple. LOL.)
Ben was kind enough to help Mrs. Haider open her present. My little gentleman.
No explanation necessary for this one.
He got pretty excited/embarrassed after that and ran round and round the room.
Check out his tongue here.
The level of skill and concentration required for preschool crafts is really unbelievable. No wonder he crashes on the couch when he gets home.
Some of the kids in his class have trouble staying in their seats during story time. Ben tried hard to sit nicely, but when there's a reindeer pop-up book and a whole bunch of kids standing in front of you... (Actually, it got much worse than this. A couple of the kids managed to shove everyone else out of the way and stood about two inches away from the book while all the others yelled, "I can't see! I can't see!")
This is more like it. (It didn't last long.)
And the Grand Finale... Jingle Bells. Poor Mrs. Haider. I've seen them do this with her in class with no parents and they belt it out. As soon as the parents get there hardly any of them sing.






