While I love having boys, it’s nice to have a girl in the carpool, just for a change of pace. It’s hard for her not to get sucked into the male-oriented games they play, though. Lately, they’ve been “racing” to school, complete with sound effects. Loud sound effects. The first thing they do, before starting their engines and screeching loudly through the streets of New Orleans is to declare what color and number their race car is. Miles chose orange, and number 25 this morning. Peyton chose a flame theme for his paint job, and my sweet Millie decided that her car was “Rainbow Sparkly Pony.”

That’s my kinda girl!

Today, for the first time since we started carpooling, I decided to walk the kids in. I had a meeting with Oliver’s teacher yesterday afternoon, and I decided I wanted to check in with the other two teachers to see how Miles and Linus were doing. (Both teachers said the boys were doing much better with crying, whew.) (Oliver’s teacher wanted to meet with me because Oliver isn’t eating the school lunch. At all.)(But that’s an issue for another day.)

I probably shouldn’t have walked them in, because there were some tears. But I was happy to see the classrooms and to get a little facetime with the teachers. I am surprised that I miss walking them in and spending a few minutes in the classroom every morning. Alas, it would make me super late for work.

On a funny note, this morning Millie asked, “Why don’t the boys know anything?”

Honey, get used to males being clueless.

Today was day five of carpooling, and we now have an additional passenger, a big ol’ Kindergardner who lives in our neighborhood. It’s funny how much older he seems. So now we have five kids, and holy cow are five kids ever loud! Thanks to Kiki for teaching the boys about the Medium Game. Because a carful of four and five year olds don’t necessarily take well to the Quiet Game. They’d much rather play the LOUD GAME. But Miss Pam does not like that game. So the Medium Game it is. Who can talk the most “medium”? It’s genius because it takes the pressure off the kids to be silent, and still lets them run their mouths. Just (relatively) quietly.

Genius.

Now I come to you for help. The kids like to tell jokes, but they’re terrible at it. Ha. So I want to teach them some simple, short jokes appropriate for 4 and 5 year olds. Knock knock jokes especially. So please share your favorites in the comments.

Today was my first day of being a carpool driver. Next week, I’ll be dropping off two kids in addition to my own. Maybe I should get a schoolbus. Hmm. For today, it was just Millie and the boys. Get four four-year-olds together and it’s comedy gold.

Millie: (to me) You know that “Got your number” song? The boy takes his shirt off in that video.

So I played the song for her (so sue me, it’s on my phone. It’s a good workout song, okay?)

I wish I could say dropoff went better today than yesterday, but I’d be lying if I did. My intention was to go through the carpool line and let them out and I’d go on my merry way.

Ha! Well, Millie must’ve read my mind because she hopped out of the car and skipped into class. The boys, however, had to be physically lifted out of the car, and then I had to move the van because we were holding up the line. And then I had to walk them in after all. And then I had to spend a few minutes hugging, kissing, and reassuring each boy in his class.

This is rough.

I also was informed that Oliver and Miles didn’t cry for 45 minutes yesterday. Yeah, like they cried all.day.long.

(Which means Linus won Triplet of the Day yesterday.)

Sigh.