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Still Choosing A Pre-School

Posted on February 9, 2010 at 12:01 am

by Richard

I’ll admit it. I was more than a little shellshocked when I was first left in charge of the little dudes (including a month-old Speed Racer, who didn’t actually race anywhere) while my wife, known to me as She Who Must Work, Work, Work And What Did You Do All Day?, went off to her first day of work here in Charlotte. I hadn’t had much sleep the night before and barely made it to the older little dudes’ school on time. Things were not looking good.

Still, time does make us proficient in some things. I got better at taking care of the little dudes, but I was still overjoyed when Speed Racer (now very much living up to his nickname) was old enough to go to pre-school. Finally, a couple of hours off every other day or so. It was nirvana. I got a nap, got some work done, all that fun stuff. Oh, yeah, and Speed Racer got acculturated to other kids, being away from me and learned something. Can’t forget that.

Fortunately, we had a good pre-school that delivered on most of our wants and all of our needs. How did we do that? By following a few simple suggestions, which I will now continue to give you. The first part of this list is here.

6. While cleanliness might not be next to godliness, it’s a darned sight closer to it than, say, soiled diapers on the floor and a miasma of stink pervading every surface. With the swine flu flying around (Get it? Pigs flying? ah, never mind), it’s more important than ever that the school you choose is kept clean and kids disinfectant needs are met. Remember: Most little dudes are walking snot factories. It can get ugly if not taken care of.

7. Make sure the pre-school’s beginning and end times work with your little dudette’s nap schedule. Really, this is only important at the beginning of a school year, but it can make you miserable when schedules don’t mesh, even if only for a month or so. After that, more than likely, your little dude will have acclimated to his new schedule.

8. Does the school offer a good selection of art on the walls for visitors? That is, does it look like the teacher did the work, or the student? This is an important point as it tells you something about how the school operates. If the artwork is little dude done, you can see that the pre-school is concerned with making sure its charges do things for themselves and really learn it. Teacher work, well, that just shows the school wants to have something nice to give parents. If you want a present, go buy one for yourself.

9. Potty training doesn’t end at home. Most schools have a potty training policy starting at certain ages. You need to make sure and find out when that policy kicks in. That is, the little dudes won’t be allowed to participate in class beyond a certain age if they’re not potty trained. Is your little dudette ready for that? And, heaven forfend, what happens if the little dude has an accident? Or two? Or twelve? It’s important to know these sorts of policies beforehand so you can be ready.

10. Little dudes and dudettes will not always do the right thing. No matter what a snuggle-bunny sweetheart your little dudette is, chances are sometimes she will do things he wants to do and not what an adult wants her to do. When this happens at school, there’s going to be a consequence. You need to find out what the pre-school’s discipline program involves. Are you comfortable with what it entails? If not, can you opt out of certain consequences? It’s important to know.

We’ll be back with the final five tomorrow.

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And The Parade Marches On

Posted on January 16, 2010 at 12:01 am

by Richard

Not a lot of time for rumination and ostentation here (although I think I slipped some in there with those last two words). The big one hit. Not the massive earthquake that will drop California into the ocean and make all of Lex Luthor’s Nevada real estate into beach-front property. No, this might be even more of an impact.

My mom is in town.

It’s time to clean up, spruce up and not act up. It’s odd. I’ve been an adult for a few years now and, still, when my mom comes into town I start to feel like I’m back in high school. Only with less hair.

This sort of thing doesn’t happen with my dad, only the maternal unit.

Odd. Well, odder than normal. If that isn’t an oxymoron.

Either way, I’m off for today. Got lots to do and even more to hide.

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The Zen Of Airports

Posted on November 24, 2009 at 12:01 am

by Richard

No matter what job I’ve ever held, it never required me to do much traveling. Well, not much traveling to places so far away they couldn’t be reached by one over-caffeinated driver and a really good mix tape. To be more precise, I never flew much of anywhere for my jobs.

All of which is a long way of saying that when I traveled by air, I normally traveled with family or (pre-9/11) was met at the gate by different family or friends. Walking off the ramp from an airplane into a new airport, whether I was a younger dude or the lead dude of the family, was always a treat. Because you’d gone into a long, roundish box and sat there for a couple of hours. Now you were walking up a short ramp and you’d be somewhere else. And seeing someone familiar there was always a treat. It made me feel safe in this new place.

Now that I’m the lead dude for the family, I’m the one who has to provide the feeling of safety for the little dudes, that anchor to the familiar in an ocean of change. Yet I still feel as if something’s missing when I march us off the plane and off to baggage claim. I keep wondering where the adult is that’s supposed to be doing all the leading.

That feeling only intensifies when I’m traveling without family or friends. As I settle into my seat, I always get the feeling that I’ve forgotten something massively important. Then I realize I’m missing something because I’m not dude wrangling a trio of brawling, mobile stomachs. When I get off the plane by myself, there’s always that sinking feeling that I’m alone in an unfamiliar place.

Then it passes, of course, because I’ve got four decades of finding my way through airports and new settings behind me and that sort of experience does lead me to a certain small idea of what to do.

Try it the next time you fly by yourself, if anyone can ever afford flying for fun any time soon. See if there is that feeling, even if it is quickly extinguished. I’m curious. I’m also probably the only one who’ll admit this sort of bull, but, well, that’s why I’m writing.

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