Yesterday should have been Porgie's first day of preschool. For some reason, I pined over this missed experience. It was similar to the feeling I had when I skipped my senior prom. I convinced myself that I didn't really want to go, but I thought about it constantly that night. And so yesterday, I thought about preschool all day.
I've been out shopping for Christmas presents already. I have bought Porgie and Izzy several toys so far, and my husband wants to buy them ukuleles, so I am pretty much done with the Christmas. Everyone else gets a gift card, because I am not paying to ship a box loaded with crap to Kentucky. Shipping costs are outrageous!
And because I have a little too much time on my hands, I have been browsing for Izzy's birthday present (I realize that his birthday isn't until November. I like to be prepared!). On a whim, I bought him this...I have no freaking idea where we are going to put this HUGE train table. Right now, I have it in my basement, draped with sheets. To accommodate this ginormous table, we are going to have to do a major toy purge.