Skool is kool.

Somehow, somebody, somewhere convinced me that a pre-school co-op/Joy school was a good idea. It is actually just a couple of moms with kids the same age trading turns having the kids make messes at their house.

Bonked head and picking a wedgie. Typical first day pic.

Three moms. Three cameras. 

Three kids looking three different directions.

Slap a (free from the Pediatricians office) bling-ed out backpack on it and call it Skool and Scrunch is all over it.

                            

See ya Sis! I'm going to stay here and rock out with Mom.

First week projects. A is for apple.

It was my turn to "teach" this week. I could not be a pre-school teacher full time. I would have no life and be so tired. Do you know how peppy you have to be to keep two year olds on track? I am not naturally peppy. Plus, coming up with stuff sucks you in. And we could do this! and do this! and I need a Cricut so I can do this! And what if we did this? Oooh, I want to do this! Four two year olds also works wonders as a justification for delaying a cleaning of the guest bathroom and mopping of the kitchen floor.

Our theme this month is the alphabet/apples. We "picked" apple post it notes from the tree out front to make our paper plate apple pies sprinkled with cinnamon. They ate apple "trees" for a snack, blew bubbles, jumped on the trampoline, colored parts of an apple coloring page, read a story, danced to the alphabet songs CD, colored some more, jumped some more, went potty like forty-three times, and when it was over Scrunch was ready for quiet, Porkchop slept for three hours, and I vowed to grovel at the feet of my triplet mom friend's feet in admiration the next time I see her. Except I was too tired to go to knitting (a full day later) anyway.

 A is for apples and alphabet indoctrination continues.  

       They're sniffing cinnamon, not glue. Just so we're clear.    

We did it again on Wednesday, mixing it up with a little Chicka-Chicka Boom Boom. Alphabet pudding, Coconut trees, alphabet puzzles, more bubbles, more jumping, and another forty-three trips to the potty.

Say "Alex Alligator arrived at Allison's applefarm in April."

Next week, it's at someone else's house and I get five hours during the week to clean the garage without Scrunch's help. I'd say this is working out in my favor.