Stayed up until 4am writing a scholarship application for my three year old. The preschool he attends is an amazing little place. no way we could afford it if we werent on scholarship. Atrain is a lucky boy, and i am a lucky momma. It has been the perfect place to help him transition from the school for the deaf and blind programs into a hearing classroom.
Atrain has loved his Jewish Community Center preschool. So have I. Tonight after I took his cochlears off for bed he started composing his own little JCC lullaby. It went something like this, "da do da da, listen, listen king pharaoh-you let my people go! da da da da, No no no, i will not let them go!....da da da da, Miss Raqett, da da do da, Miss Sessame...wash your hands...zoomgalli gali gali, zoomgali gali... and on and on." It was endearing--especially because every sound that comes from Atrain's mouth when his cochlears are off bursts forth like a trumpet: loud and proud. And he knows that he can get away with it.
ONCE upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a queen. She lived a lovely life in her cottage sized castle with her husband and their three sons: Atrain the brave-heart; Jdog the jolly; and Doodle, the daring baby. The queen had a good heart, and she loved her boys with every piece of it. Every day in Frandsenland she works and plays and does her very best NOT to be evil. Sometimes she succeeds. This is her diary.
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