Sincere apologies for the lack of posts of late.  But I have some REALLY convincing reasons.

First.  My son (you know–the TWO year old?) started climbing out of his crib last week.  I’d put him down, and I wouldn’t even be out of the room before he’d climbed over the rail and was chasing me out of the room while giggling hysterically.  Thought he was so clever.  So I’d put him back in.  He’d climb out, chase and giggle.  Repeat.  About a hundred times.  Eventually, he’d get out of his crib and just play in the room.  Fine with me.  But he’d eventually crash in MY bed.  I took this photo on the first night that he actually crashed in HIS big boy bed (sorry it’s so dark, but I didn’t dare use the flash).  Hallelujah!

But.  This transition to the big boy bed has been more tumultuous lately.  I have no idea why.  He hates going to bed now.  AND.  He’s waking up early.  Like 5:30.  I don’t like this.  I thought it was bad when he would sometimes wake up slightly before 7:00.  But 5:30 (and what about that 5:15 yesterday, August?!?!)?  He’s killing me…

…because I’m a working girl now.  That’s right.  I got a job!  A real job!  In MY field!  Teaching 4th, 5th and 6th grade combination class at a Montessori school.  AMEN!!!  The one and only drawback to this job: it’s in Brooklyn.  Nothing against Brooklyn.  But Brooklyn is big, and this school is far from my home (even though the Lower East Side is about as close as one can get to Brooklyn from Manhattan).  The commute is one hour door to door.  First, a ten minute walk to the B line, then a 40 minute subway ride (it goes over the Manhattan Bridge, and then after a couple underground stops, goes above ground for the rest of the way), then another 10 minute walk to my school.  Otherwise, though, the job is perfect.  A small, multicultural school with great staff.  For the past two weeks, I’ve been subbing for the assistant teacher for the class that I will have next year, so I’m getting to know the students pretty well.  They’re great!  They remind me a lot of my students in Massachusetts.  Who knew Brooklyn would be so similar to Somerset?!

But wait.  I haven’t told you the best part.  Because even though I hoped that I would find a job, that wasn’t my greatest worry.  I was really scared that I would find a job but not a place to send August during the day.  The daycare scene in NYC is intimidating to say the least (Nursery University, anyone?).  How I would find an affordable, quality daycare that had an OPEN SPOT was beyond me.  But.  My school (you know–the one I work at now?) has a 2-3 year old class.  And August can go.  FOR FREE!!!!

How cute is my two year old (!!!!) with a backpack?!  His teachers love him, and he’s adjusted so well!  He didn’t lose it on the first day or any day since.  On the first day, when it was naptime, the teacher just said, “August, it’s time to go to sleep,” and he walked over to his little mat and fell asleep.  Rock star!!!  I was so proud of him!  Sniff, sniff.

So August and I have been commuting back and forth to Brooklyn everyday for the past week or so.  I’m not gonna lie–the commute can be rough with a toddler.  But we’ll figure it out.  This school is going to be a FANTASTIC experience for BOTH of us.  I’ve had the chance to observe the 3-6 year old class, and it’s so unbelievably awesome (and I have some HIGH standards)–I can’t wait for August to join it!  In the meantime, I’m plain beat.  Good night…I hope my son doesn’t wake me up tomorrow morning at 5:30.