Bragging Rights.

When it comes to H, and the charming, authentic, mischievious, handsome boy he is, the bragging rights are all mine. (And J, of course.)

Brag him up we do.

Quite simply, we find him amazing. Which I'm assuming all parents think of their children, right?

Tuesday was H's last day of preschool until the new year and they had a 30 minute program where the class sang a few songs and did a book exchange. H's entourage was just M and I and my digital camera. J had some work obligations, T was still at school and E, was avoiding her nap like the plague at a friend's house.

We made our way to the front row after only knocking down a grandmother or two. (I kid.)

My smiley faced charmer with the spikey hair awaited. With flush cheeks that told of exhaustion from playing hard at school all afternoon.

But he sang his songs, maybe not as animated as he'd be at home, or as high energy as I've seen him, but watching these, oh, it just makes my heart swell.

My 8 pound 12 ounce bundle of joy turned 3 1/2 year old Batman loving boy.

Please enjoy H and his preschool class rendition of Jingle Bells....



And how about, We Wish You a Merry Christmas....?

Watching his teacher for instructions. Makes me feel relieved to see him listening so well. This has not been challenge free. The book exchange. Each child was to bring in a wrapped children's book and they would get to take one home. H was very sad he didn't get to bring the book that he brought in home and was doubly disappointed when the book he got was mostly a lift the flap and feel the animal fur book.
Still bumming about that book. And running out of gas. Quickly.

I texted my twitter while dropping H off at school this afternoon that it was a toss up who was more excited about his program, me or him, and I'd be willing to guess that it was me. I was excited and so excited. I have always been an excited about life kind of gal and these milestones in my first born's life are exciting in every way for me.

Seeing my child sing, dance, love life, and just be him. It's pretty darn exciting and I will brag about him and the wonderful things that he does as long as I live.

I do after all, have the bragging rights.