I mentioned in my back-to-school post that I thought poor Jack Henry was going to be lost without his big brothers here to
harass entertain him all day.
I seriously could not have been more wrong. Now, he does anxiously wait for the bus to drop them off, but the rest of the day, he is perfectly thrilled to have me all to himself.
I should have known.
The first morning they were gone, he commented, “So, Mama, it’s just going to be you and me chatting all day, I guess!” And oh, boy, was it. I had gotten the slightest bit of a break over the summer from his incessant talking, as it was at least sometimes directed to his brothers. But now? Now it’s just me and him.
And most of the time, I do really love it. (I mean, I’d think you were lying if said that you didn’t want just a few minutes of peace and quiet to form a complete thought at least once a day.) He’s funny and at a great age to be out and about doing errands or playing at the park. He plays games well, and we’re working on good sportsmanship when losing. Life lessons everywhere you look.
Next week begins the biggest adventure this side of potty training in Jack Henry’s young life. I cannot wait to hear his take on preschool.