...but that day is not yet.
Today was Alex's second day of school. Again, they had Play-Doh out as an entering activity. Alex came into the classroom with a big smile and immediately made a beeline for the work table. We watched for five or ten minutes, and then told her we were leaving. This time, she cried. But she seems to have stopped as soon as the door closed. (We listened.)
I took yesterday off from work. Today I practiced my new way of getting to work: dropping Alex off at nursery school and then taking the light rail to campus. (Usually I take the bus.) I'm going to get quite a workout every day. It's a fifteen-minute brisk walk from our house to school, a five-minute walk back to the light rail stop, and then about a ten-minute walk from the campus light rail stop to my office. Great exercise! Except in bad weather.
Michael picked Alex up at noon. Her teacher told him that there was no more crying after we left, and that today she had no trouble allowing her diaper to be changed. She fussed a lot about leaving and coming home. I think that maybe on Friday we'll arrange for her to have lunch at school with the kids.
There were more kids today, including some bigger kids who have passed into the three-year-old class but, because they are not yet actually three, aren't allowed to go to the big swimming pool when their class does. So they spend Tuesday and Thursday mornings with the two-year-olds. In a week or two, "when the kids are more used to school and we're more used to the kids," Alex's class will get to play in wading pools in the courtyard when the big kids are at the pool. In the meantime, today they had water table play inside.
She has two days off, and then she'll go back on Friday.
Today was Alex's second day of school. Again, they had Play-Doh out as an entering activity. Alex came into the classroom with a big smile and immediately made a beeline for the work table. We watched for five or ten minutes, and then told her we were leaving. This time, she cried. But she seems to have stopped as soon as the door closed. (We listened.)
I took yesterday off from work. Today I practiced my new way of getting to work: dropping Alex off at nursery school and then taking the light rail to campus. (Usually I take the bus.) I'm going to get quite a workout every day. It's a fifteen-minute brisk walk from our house to school, a five-minute walk back to the light rail stop, and then about a ten-minute walk from the campus light rail stop to my office. Great exercise! Except in bad weather.
Michael picked Alex up at noon. Her teacher told him that there was no more crying after we left, and that today she had no trouble allowing her diaper to be changed. She fussed a lot about leaving and coming home. I think that maybe on Friday we'll arrange for her to have lunch at school with the kids.
There were more kids today, including some bigger kids who have passed into the three-year-old class but, because they are not yet actually three, aren't allowed to go to the big swimming pool when their class does. So they spend Tuesday and Thursday mornings with the two-year-olds. In a week or two, "when the kids are more used to school and we're more used to the kids," Alex's class will get to play in wading pools in the courtyard when the big kids are at the pool. In the meantime, today they had water table play inside.
She has two days off, and then she'll go back on Friday.
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Date: 2007-06-12 06:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-12 06:29 pm (UTC)I just said, "Oh, the playground would be fun. We don't have time this morning, but should we go out for a walk?" The moment passed, and when it was time to put on her backpack for nursery school she was perfectly happy to go.
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Date: 2007-06-12 07:20 pm (UTC)I'm still finding the whole thing fascinating, by the way. And I'm off to buy a postcard, since I hear the postcard I sent my smallest nibling was a big hit last week.
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Date: 2007-06-12 07:57 pm (UTC)Yes, and the almost-threes aren't really in Alex's class - just with it at specific times.
Alex's teacher told me that they try hard to stagger the two-year-olds' starting times, so that there are never too many brand-new kids at once. Otherwise, there's too much crying.
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Date: 2007-06-12 10:09 pm (UTC)I remember the preschool days, and man they pass to fast. Now my son is Jr High age, and my daughters are right behind him.
Time passes to flippin fast.