A couple of weeks ago, we pulled Pumpkin out of his swimming class. The coach was a great Mary Lou Retton type who would have been great with him if she hadn't six other children to teach. Pumpkin loves swimming class, but he just cannot maintain control long enough to listen to the coach, wait his turn, wait by the side of the pool for the other kids to have some of the coach's time. Whereas with Tigger, swimming was one of the few places he could maintain some self-control, Pumpkin was just the opposite.
So Saturdays Piper has been taking Tigger to swimming and I have been taking Pumpkin with me to do my weekend errands. He does okay with all the running about for several hours, but then he breaks into the sillies in some checkout aisle and I know that it's time to go home. Yesterday, one of those errands was to finally get a Christmas tree.
Whoa, talk about sensory overload! Between the tree, and the ornaments, and the snowstorm; the giggling, the weird animal noises, and the endless sofa cushion construction has gone into overdrive. Piper and I have spent most of the last two days waiting to be able to put him to bed. OMG we have to deal with a week more of this!
Really, I'm starting to wonder how his teachers are going to get through this week. Halloween was bad enough.