When we returned from the beach, I finally was able to get the boys in their beach outfits provided to us from Bubbe Rainen. They are so cute and I just want to gobble them up.
Another HUGE first for Eban was the fact that he started pre-school. 
He was so excited to be “a big boy” and start school like his friends at Quincy’s house who go to school all day. He goes to school for half days on three days of the week in Mrs. Lyla’s class. There are only four other kids on the class with him and I think Mrs. Lyla has a lot of structure and activities for someone his age. I tried to give him a hug and kiss goodbye but he was not having it. He waved goodbye to me from across the room and then I told him to get with his teacher and his friend so I could get a picture so he did and he made funny toddler noises the whole time rather than smile sweetly to me on his first day of pre-school. Boy, I wonder how it will be on his first day at kindergarten?
Because Eban can sit more easily at this stage, I brought him to a kid-friendly gala to benefit the Denver Police Foundation at Wings Over the Rockies Museum. 
I attended this event on behalf of JWU but talked to everyone there due to the fact that my kid wanted to visit every station and talk to the “cool police men and women”. It was a neat event with the exception of the clowns - - now, I thought the clowns were fun, but Eban did not like them one bit! He loved getting his fingerprints like the criminals do, he loved the police 
helicopter, he loved the incident command center where one can draw on Bing Maps of any given situation, loved the "tricked" out police car, etc. He also loved the police motorcycles, the police robot that detonates bombs, and the police dogs. He was a tad alarmed when he saw the police dogs and he said, “Your police dogs are so SMALL!” Of course the dogs were large German Shepherds and the handlers all laughed and asked if Eban had a dog and he stammered out a “yes” and then they looked at me to ask what kind of dog. I told them he had a mastiff and a blood hound. 
After we had dinner with three commanders from the Denver Police Department, I dropped off Eban at Grandpa’s house for his first sleepover with him. According to Grandpa, the sleepover was a success because when Papa picked Eban up in the morning, Eban told him he didn’t want to go home. Jack is learning new bad words like “hate” and “stupid”. He’s very good about saying sor-wee right after saying them, but obviously we are holding him accountable for his word choice at this age. He still uses that darn pacifier and he is totally content with it in his mouth. I’m still determining when to get rid of it and the best way to make it as seamless as possible.
Enjoy one of the pictures of him in Quincy’s tree…he kept telling me, “MORE pictures” and then he would stare off into lala land and then want more pictures in the tree. It was “punny”…
The next issue will have Tutu’s visit and an update on my Commissioner Institute Training in D.C.!
Here's Eban playing his guitar and watching the movie Cars with Jack
