And he's really loud you guys. In the school and all.
The littlest member of the Oscarelli family is none to pleased to see his brother remain at school while he has to go home with his mom. He screams and cries and tries to throw himself from his stroller. He arches his back and tries to yank his arms out of his car seat harness. He sobs the while way home, saying Oscar's name over and over. He throws himself on the floor and kicks and screams and pounds his fists for several minutes after we get home.
We did manage to have some fun, blowing bubbles, playing monster trucks, watching Hero of the Rails. But when I told him that after three long hours it was finally time to go get Oscar, Miles hightailed it to the door so fast his size six Chuck Taylors were smoking.
Oscar was just as happy to see Miles at pick up as Miles was to see Oscar. They shared a hug and kisses. And jabbered to each other the whole way back to the car. They played really well together at home for about 45 minutes before Miles need to go down for his nap.
Oscar and I had a rough morning. It had to argue with him every step - to go pee, to get dressed, to eat something, to put down his Grave Digger monster truck. There were tears and frustrations and demands of a different school and threats to no school.
I relented on the monster truck and we made it to school. I helped him hang up his bag and his coat and walked him over to his teacher, Mrs. H. "We're having a little trouble separating from his monster truck today, " I told her.
"That's okay, " she said. "Oscar, lets take your monster truck around and show him your classroom, and then we'll put him in your bag for later, okay?"
And that was that.
When I arrived to pick him up today, I asked Mrs. H, "So how did he do?"
"He did great."
"Oh, good. I was worried because it was a rough morning."
"Oscar is a wonderful little boy. You should be really proud of him. He's so polite and helpful, and he really participates."
"Oh, good, thank you for saying so."
"He's also a really good friend. He's really helping some of the other students that are having more difficulty transitioning."
And this is the part where I had to look away because I was tearing up because I AM so proud of him, and what a great thing to hear, right? That he's a good friend? I mean, I know that preschool teachers are supposed to talk about how great your kid is, but wow. A good friend? I just think that is such a compliment. That just made me feel so happy.
"I'm so glad to hear that. That's really great."
What else can you say to a compliment like that that?
That's all I could think to say.