We were the A-Team today. I got up as usual and did some work. Then got all the kids up around 7:00am. All three did great and were (mostly) helpful. We were out the door by 8:20. Record time for us!

The morning playlist for the kids to get ready to:

1. Roar - Katy Perry

2. Uptown Funk - Mark Ronson

3. Fun - Pitbull

We danced and jammed all the way to school.

Over the weekend Jess talked a lot with Truman about his uniform and they jointly agreed to wear the uniform shirt but he got to wear his own pants. He was pretty happy to go to school and I was relieved. After I dropped him off in his classroom, I was talking with one of our friends (who was going to pick him up from school) and I couldn't find Truman in the classroom to say 'goodbye'. I asked the teaching assistant and she said he was in the bathroom. Strange. I go into the bathroom and the poor kid has his pants half way off (they are european 'skinny' jeans so they aren't easy to get off) and he's trying so hard not to freak out. His assistant teacher told him he had to change pants (which is according to the teacher's policy). I told him he didn't have to but he felt like he needed to since his teacher told him. I felt so bad for him. I helped him get the ill-fitting uniform pants on and then he went back into the classroom. I told the teaching assistant he was going to wear his own pants for the rest of the week, and to please relay the message to the teacher. The poor teaching assistant was clearly uncomfortable but she agreed to relay the message. As a parent, you don't want to be a dick. Teaching is hard work and over-bearing and obnoxious parents don't help. But seriously, is it worth breaking a kid's spirit to force all 4 year olds to arbitrarily wear a uniform? I don't think so. Worse case, we pull him and teach him at home for the rest of the semester. I bet we can get through A People's History of the United States and Dying Every Day: Seneca at the Court of Nero before summer break. :)

He is not interested in going back to school tomorrow. Hopefully it goes well.

Morning selfies:

Bone Broth Breakfast:

More morning selfies:

Truman got a new for being brave while Jess is in London. He parked it on my gigantic nose:

Scheming ...

I couldn't keep up with Truman on the way into school:

Fang's payday. I love to butcher Chinese writing ...

We were so early that Truman got to read a book while waiting for his teacher to unlock the door:

Tonight at cubbies the kids made Olof (from Frozen) in clay:

Then enacted the Christmas story. Truman is Joseph. Henry was a wise man, Addi was a shepard (I think):

You can't really see, but all three kids, plus Olive are in Truman's bunk bed. As the only adult in the house, I got to do "fun prevention" and break up the party:

“I aspire to be the person my dog thinks I am.”