preschool

Owen continues to LOVE preschool.  Last night at bedtime I told him that in the morning it would be preschool day!  He sat up and his wheels started turning. 
"Mommy, what will the color of the day be?" 
I don't know, Owen!  We'll have to find out tomorrow.
"Will it be red?  That's my FAVORITE color!"
I'm not sure.  I might be red or it might be something else.
[jumping on his knees on his bed]  "I can't WAIT to find out what it will be!!"

Boy, preschool is fun times!  He runs straight for the class and I can't even get a goodbye hug or kiss out of him if I wait until the door opens to ask for one.  This is a good thing :)

Upon pickup today, "Mommy, it was OOOORAAAANGE!!!"

Last week's report from the teacher when asked how it went included a mild sputtering sound, a little 'heh-heh' and some comments about how young he is, and just learning the rules, and some trouble sharing.  He's actually been pretty good about sharing in most venues other than home, so I think he was just testing to see if the rules are the same in this new place.  We talked about that this past week at opportune moments.  This week, I heard that he did considerably better and that Mrs. Chris thought he had grown up quite a bit in 3 weeks.  Then she told me that we have a smart cookie on our hands because Owen was answering all the circle time questions while all the other kids just sort of stared at her blankly (That's what she said!  I'm not an exaggerating mother!).  She asked if anyone knew another name for 'fall' and Owen piped up 'autumn'!  And she was asking them questions about what happens outside to the trees and Owen explained that leaves turn into colors and then fall down on the ground and we rake them all up off the grass!  Cute.  He is in quite a good mood when he comes home, and all full of independence.  I think it's been a really good thing for him.