...this school. In the other preschool all the children were well mannered, uniformed, quiet, and deep into their scholastic work. The place was immaculate with little wooden chairs and little wooden tables. They read at 3. They win Nobel prizes by 10. But what was particularly frightening is that, every morning, they pair up and walk the little path around the little yard. Ummmmm, NO. So we chose the school where art projects are half finished, sand is all over everything, and children are running in and out - behaving like children. Unfortunately, the classes are all full FOR FALL. So we put ourselves on the wait list to get into Calvin's class - two afternoons a week. By signing up for afternoons we have a better chance at eventually getting into mornings and, who knows, EIGHT MONTHS from now he may not nap. In the mean time, we'll be looking for a regular sitter.

Also of note, our car and Hava are officially Californians. Hava had to take the driving test and get a new picture. Matthew went last week and they just gave him back his old license. And this, hopefully, concludes Hava's "ALRIGHT ALREADY I MADE A MISTAKE" Illinois punishment.