The first day of school...

...is tomorrow for most of my kids--for Annie it's Thursday, because she's got doctor appointments down at Children's most of the day. But, yes, Thursday's the big first day at preschool. I'm not too worried or anything. The short bus picks her up here at the house, and then my last little kiddle goes to school. Speaking of short buses, I need to read a book called, oddly enough, "The Short Bus: a Journey Beyond Normal," by Jonathan Mooney. Have any of you heard of it? I guess the guy graduated from Brown University after conquering all the emotional and mental trauma of having been labeled "less than" all his life.

Anyway--Annie has been expressing her wants, needs and desires LOUDLY the last few days. It's great...I think. She can now "tell" you that she wants water, she wants to go down the stairs, she doesn't want orange juice, she does want to go to bed, she doesn't want to practice walking, she does want to ride her bike outside of the backyard. Suddenly communication is not a problem. Now to put words with the motions.

Jean

Then they brought little children to Him, that He might touch them; but the disciples rebuked those who brought them. But when Jesus saw it, He was greatly displeased and said to them, “Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of God. Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it.” And He took them up in His arms, laid His hands on them, and blessed them. Mark 10:13-16