Rakes finished his first year of pre-school today in which he was sent off into summer in style with a picnic with his class at the local park.
He learned a lot this year: his A,B,C's, can count to 20 (maybe not chronologically, but he CAN do it), figure out which shoe goes on which foot, and a bunch of silly little songs which he likes to bellow out like he's Axl Rose in Madison Square Garden.
Other than several visits to time out, laying down in the road in silent protest like a hippie from the 60's because he wanted to keep playing, one attempted choke out of a classmate, and running around the music room like Coco going from 1st to 3rd, all in all he exceeded my expectations.
I have no idea what Angie will do for the next 4 months: she has viewed every Tuesday and Thursday as Emancipation Day, with Ciera and Rakes in school, even if his was just 3 hours. Thankfully, you can give him a bat and ball, take him outside, and he'll run and jump for hours, then collapse. That and take him and his siblings to the pool until they are ready to fall asleep head first into their lunch.
In a baseball related item, I talked to my Yankee buddy today, and even with them taking 2 out of 3 from the Sox, he was moaning and groaning about "The Sox get to go to Texas while WE have to play the Angels: that's some fair scheduling".
He's my buddy and all, but on a dreaded off day following a Schilling defeat, I gotta say the Yankee whining brought a smile to this Red Sox fan's face.
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