Better 2nd Day

Anders was sitting nicely and quietly in the line for the bathroom when we arrived yesterday.  Upon seeing us, however, he mustered a crying jag.  We could tell that it was for show, not real like on Tuesday.  He showed me that the "2" was missing on the masking tape letters chart yesterday.  The "8" had been replaced, fortunately.  Some kids said, "Goodbye Anders."  He told us that all the kids in the class were his friends.  Our arrival triggered some of the other kids to start missing their parents, so I was sorry to do that to the teachers.  Anders ate better, but had a few accidentes.  Oh well, that's just part of it. They said he was looking at his watch all day.  He actually was a bit perturbed that we arrived early rather than exactly at 3 pm as we told him we would.  We went swimming later, which he enjoyed.  He ordered me out of the wading pool to play by himself, which involved picking out and counting leaves that had fallen in an earlier wind storm.  Anders even got in trouble with the lifeguard for running!  That's probably the proudest I've been of him all week.  I then walked him over and showed him Rule #11, which states "no running." 

Anders continues to point out our faults.  He told us yesterday and me again today that Mommy had turned into the Walmart parking lot rather than going to school yesterday morning (which is pretty fascinating to me since school and Walmart are not near each other...).  He reminded me this morning that I mistook the letter T for the number 7 a few days ago in his fuzzy (alphabet) puzzle.  Anders still remembers a time this spring, probably April, when I asked for no ice in our water as we ordered food at the zoo.  Why is this worth remembering and discussing months later?  He remembers EVERYTHING!  At this point, Dan Seeley is saying, "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

We are not in a drought down here.  The weather is the same every day: mid 90s for highs, 700% humidity, threats of pop up storms, high 70s for lows.  I've done some yard work around the house, and it's amazing the variety of insects that come out at night to bite you.  We did not have all these critters last year when it was 102 and sunny with blast furnace rather than the locker room heat and humidity of this summer.  I half expect an old guy with a towel around his shoulder and nothing else on to saunter down the sidewalk to his house and start drying off in the yard.  If you've ever been in a mixed-age men's locker room you know what I'm talking about--Dan Seeley is nodding his head.