The Sausage King of Chicago (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} banshee) wrote,@ 2008-02-13 13:10:00 |
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Today I happened to pick up a newspaper at a coffeeshop (Tim Horton's; hi, Canada!)...good thing, too, because in tiny print on an inside page were the words 'kindergarten registration this week'.
Um...ok! Well, glad I saw that. Randomly.
I managed to hightail it over to the school and pick up the registration packet that we were supposed to have received in the mail. Whew. I can't believe the monkeystrudel's going to be in kindergarten soon.
Owen's sitting next to me, completely absorbed in his Star Wars Legos. Forget the ridiculous piles of Christmas toys strewn about the house. A handful of assorted pieces of droids and jedis, and he's set. That's all we brought on vacation for entertainment, btw - the DS, and a ziploc baggie of tiny lego people. Now we are constantly serenaded by the tiny clatter of plastic arms and legs skittering under the couch every six minutes.
Um...ok! Well, glad I saw that. Randomly.
I managed to hightail it over to the school and pick up the registration packet that we were supposed to have received in the mail. Whew. I can't believe the monkeystrudel's going to be in kindergarten soon.
Owen's sitting next to me, completely absorbed in his Star Wars Legos. Forget the ridiculous piles of Christmas toys strewn about the house. A handful of assorted pieces of droids and jedis, and he's set. That's all we brought on vacation for entertainment, btw - the DS, and a ziploc baggie of tiny lego people. Now we are constantly serenaded by the tiny clatter of plastic arms and legs skittering under the couch every six minutes.
