No week's worth of journal entries is complete without the inclusion of a proud parent post. My boy is the cutest creature in all of Christendom (that is a completely biased opinion, of course).
We are going through the pains of picking a superior pre-school. We have slim-pickings in this rural suburb we call home. I am finding the available helpful articles (http://www.parentcenter.com/refcap/learning/schoolsuccess/41166.html) are not really all that helpful. Sometimes these parenting decisions just leave me paralyzed. Knowing that a choice we make could have life-long repercussions/consequences...daunting, to say the least.
Meanwhile, the object of my angst is running around in circles with an armload of matchbox cars yelling "Vroom Vroom! Race Cars! Vroom Vroom!" Ah the innocence of youth...