First day of preschool, August 2010.
Last day of preschool, May 2011.
Booker came home from his preschool graduation with a memory book and a journal and I wish I could scan every single page and put them on here. According to his memory book, when he started preschool in August he was 42.5 inches tall and 39 pounds heavy. He now measures 44.5 inches tall and 39 pounds heavy. One year, two inches, no weight gained. Sounds about right.
Throughout the year, his teacher Miss Amber asked him questions and recorded the answers. And while I plan on saving his memory book forever and ever and ever, I'm a little worried about what might become of those questions and answers. Booker insists on sleeping with his memory book at night like it's a stuffed animal. So for posterity's sake...
Why do you come to preschool?
Because I like the toys here.
What makes you feel happy inside?
Playing Star Wars.
If you could choose a new name for yourself, what would it be and why?
I like Booker.
Daddy always says...
"Go to sleep."
What happens at your house after you go to bed?
Mom and dad stay up and watch their show.
What do you want to do when you grow up?
I don't know.
What is your favorite food that your mom or dad makes you at home? How is it made?
Chicken... She cooks it and then she takes it out of the oven and we all eat it.
What makes someone beautiful?
Wearing a skirt.
Why is the sky blue?
Cause God chose that color. God chose it to be blue.
Why do we celebrate Christmas?
Cause when it's Christmas we celebrate it. We decorate up the tree.
How do shows end up on TV?
Cause you turn it on. You put on the name you want.
What is love?
Love means happy.
What does your dad do at work?
What does your mom do all day?
Work. Cleans up the house. That's all she does.
What do you know how to do that you can teach to others?
What would you do with $100?
Buy a big toy.
His journal is full of pictures he drew throughout the year of the major events in his life. Pictures like the one above titled, "This is where we went to... To Cairo then Turkey and then Tucson." Which is actually a pretty good depiction of what that trip felt like. And other pictures about when Dee Dee ate Bentley's chickens (Bentley is his friend), playing light sabers with Uncle Chris, when Asher was born, when Baba came to visit, camping and going in a cave with Dad, and that time when he went on a bear hunt and attacked the bear with a sword (?!?) You know, the big stuff.
Booker had a fabulous year with the most fabulous teacher a mom could ask for. I wish he could stay in preschool forever. Seriously. You can head on over to the boys' blog for some cute video footage of his class singing songs and performing a little play.