I took G to school yesterday to participate in the classroom for about an hour. I left him rather than sticking around and observing because I knew he'd do better if I did. I wheeled him in, and he got down on the floor with the kids. As I left, I was totally tearing up. I couldn't believe how many emotions were swirling around as I exited the building. There was a sense of pride, that my little boy was growing up and didn't cry when I left, a sense of sadness for the same reasons, and a nice panicky sensation that my BABY was in school.

I walked over to my aunt's and we chatted and when I returned I sat and watched for about 15 minutes. G didn't see me come in, and he'd join in with the class sometimes, but mostly he watched the kids. They were so cute and so smart! Afterward, I asked him if he liked school, and he said, "yes" and said something about his friends. Awwwww... :)

I was a bit stressed over the weekend because G fell off a chair on Thursday. He hit his shunt, and HARD. I tried to put ice on, but he was very resistant to it. A few hours later, he had fluid all around the valve. I'm pretty sure it wasn't a goose egg because it was pretty soft. He didn't exhibit any other issues, so I've been waiting it out. I know those things are supposed to be pretty tough to damage. On Saturday, though, he fell on it again and bumped it pretty hard. :( I worried ALL weekend, but so far so good.

Three is obviously a bit more daredevil than two was. He has been climbing up onto all our chairs and climbing down on his own. I'm sure the table is next, but trust me, I'm not going to give him any ideas! Last Thursday, he dove out of his chair after something, and on Saturday he ventured down the stairs on his own. How do you maintain independence and caution??? He gets so angry if I help him (unless he asks), but this surge of independence is wreaking havoc on my hair color.