He’s either a Hogwarts Honor Student or is going to grow up to be one of the most evil dark wizards of all-time…
Really though… Is my son Grindelwald???? Is he one of the most evil dark-wizards of all time? Stay tuned to find out… same #Wizard-Time same #Wizard-Channel! #ThatHairLineThough #HarryPotter #JohnnyDepp
We’ve got a roller folks. This kid is fast approaching Olympic Decathalon standards. He’s kicking his fee, he’s waving his arms, he’s grabbing and pulling stuff, and now he’s rolling around.
I feel like this is the first big milestone. Forget eating anybody could eat A spoonful of creamy oatmeal when you’re hungry and have no teeth. Making noises and cooing is completely overrated… It’s migraine inducing and causes sleep deprivation. I could go without that especially at night. But when you start rolling around… Even the basic roll from your back to your tummy… That’s the big time.
Once you roll over, even though every parent’s first reaction is to cheer (see above video), immediately panic settles In. You’ve graduated to the “you can no longer can be left alone” status… or the “you can no longer be trusted to just lay there like a bump on a log” status. You’re technically mobile now.
It’s time to bubble wrap the house again and gate all the stairways. Prayers gladly accepted.
The many faces of the last day of Pre-K3. 6.21.17. Here we come summer!!!
The end of PRE-K3 seems like a pretty cool accomplishment… a little overrated maybe, its not kindergarten or elementary school or especially high school graduation… but considering this little guy has had a long journey to get here I could care less if it was just simply the ending of the week!
I try to live by the saying, “Little wins.” This was, in the bigger picture, a little win… but knowing how far this little monster has come, has me feeling like he accomplished so much in so little time. Case in point: Start PRE-K3 in May, never been to a “real school,” never been on a bus, never had a true academic curriculum and data driven goals as part of his everyday life, and now finish the year as the happiest and hardest working little guy to ever strap on an over-sized monogrammed backpack:
I am so proud of the hard work and determination this little guy shows everyday. He works on his sounds and articulation and continues to communicate his points across (sometimes more appropriately than others) until he is understood.
This school thing was way more stress on mom and dad then it was on the actual preschooler. Especially a preschooler who has so much personality and charisma that he makes his “boosebus” driver blush after presenting her w some flowers.
He loved the bus and his driver. The smile on his face every time he heard it coming down the road could light up the darkest places on earthI’d say any three year old who get a present from his boosebus driver with a note like this has had a pretty successful first year…
…and just like that.. as quickly as the bus pulled up on that first day of preschool… it just as quickly pulled away ending his year in PRE-K3.
When you never sleep so your parents put you in a straightjacket in hopes it will contain you for the night…
Went in to tuck Jax in… give him a little kiss goodnight…
I get two inches from his forehead and he sits up and Immediately says, “Nadia!” Then lays right back down and is asleep again.
Girlfriend or Ghost?
He’s only three I think I might prefer a ghost at this point.
‘Well, now – Let me see.’ He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. ‘Which is your wand arm?’‘Er – well, I’m right-handed,’ said Oliver.
‘Hold out your arm. That’s it.’ He measured Oliver from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, ‘Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard’s wand.’
Oliver suddenly realised that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.
Oliver took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. Mr Ollivander cried, ‘Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good.