I’m sitting at the coffee shop that’s in the Gold Creek church, which happens to be where the boys will be going to preschool this fall.  Well, not so much “happens to be”.  It’s not all that common for me to be skipping out on work on a Monday, finding a church, and then discovering the fortuitous presence of a coffee shop.  After growing a bit weary of the coop experience, we found the boys this preschool.  The biggest reason why we picked this one is that about half of their coop class is coming here as well.  School doesn’t start until September, of course, but they have a series of “camps” over the summer.  This week is the 4-day, 3 hour a day cooking camp.  I think it’s mostly play time and stories and recess, with a bit of smoothies and muffins thrown in on the side, but that works for us.  The whole point is for the boys to get a bit more familiar with the environment, meet some of the other kids, and get excited about coming here this fall.  So far so good.  I made the deal with them that I’d wait at the coffee shop, so here I sit.  They were a little quiet as we came inside, and a bit scared, but once they got in the room they saw a bin filled with matchbox cars and trains, so they were good.  I slipped out, and twice went back to check of the next 25 minutes, but I don’t think they’d budged.  Figures.  Afterward I promised them we’d try to make the drive down to St. Edward’s park and pretend to be pirates (I brought some brooms – figure I’ll have the swabbing the decks for a few hours until they’re tired).  I  may have over-promised to entice them into good behavior today, come to think of it…

Last week Grandma Crick and Grandpa Don stayed with us and watched the boys for a week, which went very well.  Everything gets tricky when the routine gets thrown off, and the changing of the Au Pair guard is always pretty disruptive.  Still, the boys were actually disappointed when they heard it was going to be me staying home with them today instead of their grandparents, so that’s a win, right?  Grandma and Grandpa had sent ahead a whole box of activities – books, puzzles, projects – so that the boys wouldn’t need to spend a moment bored.  It worked a little too well, I think.  On Sunday, after the grandparents were on their plane back to Michigan (well, i assume they were on the plane – I know they made it to the airport at least), the boys were a little disappointed that we were just playing with their toys with them and didn’t have something to build, or paint, or a new book to read.  Oh well, it’s a good problem to have.  The harder part was Sunday night when Katie had to cook for us again, after having the week off.  Poor girl…

So this weekend we have the cooking class, and next weekend we have a camping trip with Katie’s sorority sisters.  The boys didn’t seem terribly excited about camping, but when I told them the Ben and Kate and Abby would be there, they got very excited.  It’s a strange transition point – before now, wherever we went and whatever we did the boys wanted us to do it with them; but now, we’re just the backup plan.  Oh well…

And then we have a quiet 4th of July week, before Grandpa Loren and Grandma Zaidee come.  Then we go  to Canada for a couple of days (the boys have Passports!!!  Which, to be fair, they don’t actually need, but maybe we’ll find the chance to use them for some other countries to visit one of these days…)  And then, Michelle arrives, and we can go back to ignoring our children again, right?  It’s exhausting just thinking about it.  And the scariest thing is that I don’t think Katie’s done scheduling it all yet.  <sigh>

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