I woke up yesterday and decided that 2 days was long enough to wait to hear back from the preschools.  I mean, I spent all of Tuesday pulling The Boy off the boxes of t-shirts in the living room.  Approximately 5 feet high.  My husband mentioned that I probably shouldn't let The Boy climb the boxes and I mentioned that it wasn't like I was treating it like my own personal jungle gym and that I have told him, oh, 800,000 times to stay off the boxes.  And until we have a place to put all those boxes, he is just going to have to figure it out because I'm tired of keeping him off the boxes.  The last time he crawled up he was up there for 10 minutes because he forgot how to get down.  I mentioned that maybe he would think about that the next time he decided to climb the mountain.  Logic works as well as expected with a toddler.

I waited patiently until 9 a.m. and then called Preschool #1. 

#1:  Kristen, I had your email on my desk and was getting ready to call you.
K:   Desperate times call for desperate measures so I have resorted to stalking.
#1:  We understand and we happen to have one opening left.
K:  When can I come in?
#1:  As soon as you would like.
K:  How about right now?
#1:  (laughing) That would be fine.

The Boy wasn't buying it.  We got to the school and he started to cry the second we got into building.  I imagine that all those times I threatened to sell him the gypsies is not going to work to my benefit now.

But as Miss Jennifer handed me the 700 forms that had to be completed and handed him not one but two cars to play with, The Boy cautiously sat on the floor and began to play.  Miss Jennifer then took my registration fee, my first and last months deposit and we had a deal.  The Boy occasionally stopped to grab my leg and wail into my jeans.  Whack job or Drama Queen?

Other than filling out all the paperwork with the new baby's due date, 2/19, rather than The Boy's actual date of birth, 2/15, (hey, he's so LAST YEAR--I'm moving on), it was relatively easy.  Until I got to the describe your child essay.  I felt like I was back writing my essay for law school.  Instead now I was trying to describe this child who is my blood. 

How do you describe the most amazing, funny, intelligent, precocious and determined person you have ever known in all your life?  This person who crawls into bed and tries to awaken you with a progressively insistent "HELLO" before resorting to pulling on your ear so you'll roll over and wake up.  This person who is not happy unless he has climbed onto the highest piece of furniture in the room and is perched on the narrowest edge.  This person who won't go up or down the stairs unless you count ever single one out loud.  This person who lies on top of the dog, rubbing his back and giving him sloppy kisses (much to the dog's consternation).  This person who cries every single morning he wakes up to find his dad has already gone to work.  This person who will only watch Sesame Street if you sit beside him on the couch and appreciate it together. 

I guess you just say all those things.