School finally started!

After a 3.5 months break, JB's school finally started again last week! And for all you swiss peeps, school in terms of a small child means 'krippe'. So please no worries, Jackson is not forced into an un-natural setting, but spends time with other kids his age in a loving + nourishing environment. Other than in Switzerland (I think, correct me if I'm wrong), the day schools do "work" with the little kids on colors, they playfully introduce numbers + letters + sing the ABC song frequently. For the kids, it's playing, not learning per se, like everything else is at that age. When JB walks stairs for example, he likes to count the steps: 1 to 12 work fine, the 'teens' however are really funny: 'eleventeen' is my favorite number these days!!!
This year, JB will go to school 4 days a week - on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday he will stay also for lunch + nap, meaning we pick him up at 3pm. On Friday he's only there in the morning, 9-12. It feels like a lot, whenever I think about it. But then again it allows us to work hard for the hours he's gone, but then also to really be there for + with him when he gets back. Plus: JB loves his school! And so do Chuck + I. For many reasons: 'Our' school is comperable small: 65 kids in 6 classes, never more than 10 kids per class/day, 2 teachers per class. Jackson is not a number, he's being cared for + supported very personally. The ladies love him.... The school also is very close from where we live - 4 min. by car, 12 by bike. I met some really awesome ladies through school: I became friends with a couple of moms/teachers + we started a book club together. My monthly joy: an evening of good talks, good laughs, good advice +friendship.
The down side is the cost of this, but there's just no way around it. There are NO public schools for the little kids (and if there were, we might very well choose not to send our son there, unfortunately...). And it's not an option for me to be a stay at home mom. Yeah, I make some money working, but following are the real reasons why: I like being a professional as much as I love to be a mother. My job also provides my + my sons health care. Which is HUGE in the US. Being in the adult world, accomplishing things, working out issues keeps me sane, too - I don't think I'd be a very good mother without having that balance. Even if it's a stretch sometimes - and it is, hands down - I feel grateful for the way things are today.
So: Happy school year JB! I can;t wait to get home today to hear what fun stuff he did today!

Labor Day at the zoo

Morning at the Keith's house...

I'm so not a morning person. SO not. Yet since the baby was born, I had to say good bye to my beloved lazy-hit-the-snooze-button-roll-over-again routine. I got adjusted to it. Found a new routine, still moving pretty slowly, but moving. Since moving on land, this is what it looked like Coffee for me, Oatmeal for the boy, get dressed while he eats, then trow clothes on him, put jogging shoes on, stumble downstairs, find the stroller, buckle JB up and head for the park. By the time we'd get back, I'd usually be awake, exercised + in a good mood.
Now add Clifford in the equation, plus the fact that he is not supposed to be running because of his heart worm, yet needs to go for a walk. The logistics of that project are a bit chaotic: Get up, take the dog down to the yard for a quick pee, while shlepping JB just in diapers along. Back upstairs, Coffee making, oatmeal cooking + dog food preparing. I need another pair of hands. While the boys are eating, I get dressed, then we somehow manage to get JB in clothes, the dog on the leash + downstairs, where JB mounts his tricylce. We "walk" around the block, and let me tell you, it's not a pretty sight: Clifford tries to go after every cat he smells (about 10 alone in our street...), pulling on the leash as hard as he can, while JB is pedaling along until he decides he's done + I have to push him the rest of the way. Again: Another set of hands, please!
As soon as we're back at the house, we head upstairs to drop the dog off + go right back down, to fetch the stroller so I can get my run in. At this point, honestly, I'm spent already. But if I don't move, I tend to be not a very nice person.... so I head out. And within minutes, I'm glad I did. JB usually sings loudly all his songs, we talk about the squirles we see, the ducks + geese, we're looking out for construction vehicles, for dogs, etc. And the park is just such an amazing place to be. I recharge, this is my time.
Back home, I let JB watch a Bob the Builder video - with a bad conscious, I admit - so I can rush to get ready for work. So far, the summer nanny would show up at this point, but next week, school starts again + I'll be making lunch for JB + dropping him at school before I go to work. HEEEELPPP!!!
Where is Chuck, you might ask. He sleeps. Or tries to, as he often works until the wee hours. That's part of the deal, he works at night while I sleep, I'm in charge in the mornings, while he sleeps.
After being a bit bitchy for the past couple of days, I finally surrendered this morning. This will be our new routine until Clifford feels better + can actually join us for running. I just have to suck it up, realize that it will be a bit hectic, that I will eat my breakfast on the fly or at the office, realize that we have to be out of bed at 6.30 latest or we won't make it. And also bee OK with the fact that on some mornings, I might just not be able to get my run in. So be it. No big deal.
One question remains: How do people with more than one kid and one dog manage? They must be saints.