Monk

About three days ago, Donny started asking, "When do we get OUR pumpkins?" He had seen some around the neighborhood and we told him we would be carving some too. Tonight was the night so, of course, we had to have cider and donuts to get into the mood:


Donovan had very specific ideas about what he wanted his pumpkin to look like, so I did the carving via his dictation: round eyes, triangle nose and a smile with no teeth. Et voila!

He was very excited about his pumpkin. He named it Monk.

Pictureheavy Update

Its been a busy couple of weeks--forgive the lack of action here at Donnycentral.

Below is a compendium of Donny photos with brief commentary. The only thing it doesnt really cover is Donovan's time at his new school. He's still getting used to things but so far, so good. I had to pick him up early last week and all the kids in class got up to give him hugs goodbye. I could tell part of it was an excuse for all the kids to jump up out of the reading circle and move around but alot of them seemed to genuinely like the kid--it did my old heart good.

So the photos. Here are a few of Donny drinking hot chocolate out of a little cup while wearing his Dad's big robe:



We've made a couple of trips to the Carnegie Musuem this month. Here is the kid looking thru the Henry Moore (?) in front of the Art Museum. There are more of these, if anyone needs 8 versions of Donovan sticking his tounge out:


Not having a daughter I thought I'd be spared this particular humiliation but I'm realizing my son will always look better in my hats than I will:


Posing at the well intentioned but disturbing pink fountain in front of the funeral home:

As you can see, Fall is getting off to a good start.

Surrender Donovan!

Donovan's last day at Waldorf was this past Friday. When I left the house that morning I thought, "I should take the camera" and then immediately thought, "Nah. No need." Which of course means there were photo ops galore. I was able to capture a few on my phone, including the inexplicable skywriting that happened while we were at the bus stop. It ended up saying "ALL SALES FINAL" and, try as I might, I could not get that once in a lifetime shot of my kid framed against the word FINAL in the sky. You'll see that I came close--does "fina" translate to anything?




The first day or two at Montessori were a rough transition for the boy but I did'nt get any calls from his teacher yesterday or today and that is a very good sign--his first day there she called to ask if he always cries that much...

Fall is officially here and with it came the realization that Donny doesnt really have enough longsleeved shirts or socks. Its been a mailorder bonanza at home but I also found some damn goofy polarfleece pants on a sale table at Whole Foods. They are now Donny's favorite piece of clothing as they are both soft and purple. And, truely, do you know how hard it is to find purple clothes for 3 year old boys? I feel like the Toddler Gods smiled upon us when I bought these. Of couse I had to put two darts in the waistband. The first day he wore them he'd turn to me about every 5 minutes and say, "Mama, wanna pull my pants up?" Not good when you are jumping off the big rocks:



It's only been a few days at Montessori and I could be reading too much into it but I really think Donovan is acting more like a big boy; he's talking more, just seems more engaged. I think being around older kids is good for him--even tho he has learned how to yell.,,