Indigo--go N with his percentiles! J is the midget of the group, it seems, at 50th and 50th for both. Sometimes he sneaks up in height, but he typically drops down again.
Pretty tricky about what to do with the trip...well, not really. Drive there with N in his new Audi and your new purse
and wallet. There. Problem solved.
I am so not a fashion person! I've
heard of Coach, but would not know how to make it go with my sweat pants and sweat shirt.
Re: Preschool--you have to pay here. It's not too bad, though. I'll be sending J to the German Preschool, where you pay $90/m for 2 days a week, and $180 for four (obviously). I just hope that I'm not too late when it comes to signing him up, as you do have to get kids on certain lists the moment the BFP appears! In my case, I have to attend the open house in March, though I think I have another year with J to go. He has to be 3 on the day classes start, and he'll still be 2. Which is good, because he needs to be toilet trained first anyway, and this gives us more time.
SK--J is the same; he'll tell us if he's had a poo (though he likes to do this as a joke, too, so we can't always trust him). But by then, like you said, it's too late. I soooo do not want to start to train him.
I'm in the middle of cleaning stains from my carpet and I'm going crazy. I'm trying to do it naturally, but all "recipes" call for a spray bottle, and damned if I knew where to get one. You'd think they'd be everywhere, instead of...no where. I finally found some at a dollar store and bought five of them. I never want to go on such a hunt again. It doesn't help that the stains themselves are stressing me out. One is a rather obvious, and now neon orange spaghetti sauce stain on the living room carpet. I've been trying to get it out for days now. The other is a poo stain on the upstairs hall carpet from our fat cat Morgan, who decided that going to the bathroom
backwards was an awesome way to use a litter box that isn't even hers (we've got some strange litter and food situations going here to divide the cats). This meant that she effectively stuck her bum out of the "door" of the covered litter box and pooed. I've been afraid to approach it because it's just so disgusting. But at least I have my spray bottles now.
And this is why I never wanted wall-to-wall carpeting. That and the fact that I also simply don't like wall-to-wall carpeting, ascetically.
So J does remember the swimming and is quite proud of it. He greeted OH this morning with "Mummy and Jonah went swimming yesterday." OH tried to cut off the band they put on our wrists to show we had paid, and J wouldn't let him because it was "from swimming!" I, also, it turns out, am not allow to cut mine off either, because we "both went swimming. Together."
I think he will be a water rat, too.