Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Speaking Spanish

Jon met Logan and I at one of our favorite taquerias for dinner tonight. I was holding Logan while ordering our food - in Spanish - and he literally pulled back and stared at me long and hard the entire time I spoke. The look on his face was priceless. It said "who the fuck is this woman and what did you do to my mom?!?"

When I smiled at him he relaxed a bit, grabbing at my mouth (as if the words I was speaking did not belong there).

Guess it's time to start looking for a spanish class to put him in soon! ;)

Quick update to my post the other night: Logan's preschool fixed our dilemma and have made a spot available for him in the next classroom next month afterall. Yes! (I can't help but think my email the other night helped "persuade" them to make the right decision). ;)

And, his two bottom molars have finally broken through. Now we just have those pesky canines to wait for....

3 comments:

Diane R. Stewart said...

So what did this fabulously effective email say?

Diane

Choun Family said...

put me in that spanish class too ; )

Mama Bree said...

Nothing too fabulous really! :)

I told them I was disappointed with the news of Logan's advancement to the next classroom being delayed.

I reminded them one of the reasons we chose their school was because of their philosophy and focus on an *individual's* developmental schedule (not just of the child's age) and reminded them of how ready Logan really is to move on up.

I told them I felt uncomfortable keeping him in his current classroom for much longer and asked them to reconsider his advancement schedule and move him sooner rather than later.