Preschool drop-off is a bit dicey with the girls, and I suspect it will be for awhile until they've acclimated to the new environment. There were some tears on Tuesday morning, but the teachers took the girls by their hands and led them into the classroom. I stuck around, after giving each one a big hug and kiss and a promise to return just to make sure there wasn't any protracted crying. There was not. Carolyn was happily getting as much red paint all over her hands as possible and Helen was by the toolshed reviewing the plastic toy tools. I left the building and came home and showered in a very quiet house. Admitedly, I did take a slightly longer shower than my usual 6 minute job and it did feel wonderful.
Driving home from the school, it seemed so poignant that the carseats were empty. I think it sort of hit me then, at that moment, that the girls are moving on and growing up. I suppose I had a moment or two of sadness, but truly, I couldn't ask for a better or more loving environment for them to spend two mornings a week. Some signs of *early* success that the girls are making their way at preschool is that they are generally in happy (if not exhausted) moods when we pass the playground area (the playground is next to the parking lot) and they want to go back in and play. They also talk alot about what they ate at snacktime (I have to say, this is gender specific and they'll be talking about what they ate to their friends, work collegues, spouses for the rest of their lives!) I am able to cross-check their reports with the teacher's schedule since she posts a weekly web-update of activities. Email me if you are interested in reading this and I'll send you the web address.
One nice development from preschool is that the girls have stopped being the velcro-twins in the County classes we attend on the days they don't have school. For the last year, they generally stayed on my lap and more or less whined during gym, music or art. We had our good days when they would jump up and participate with vigor, but we also had our rare days when I'd have to leave a class because they were both comlaining loudly that they wanted to be anywhere else in world than to be sitting on my lap during a class. Today, for eg., Carolyn proudly and loudly announced "I'm Carolyn!" to the entire class. Helen waited until she was home to look at Carolyn and announce in perfect english "That's MY sister!"
We visited with Aunt Nette today and Helen said "those leaves are shiney" while pointing to some potted plant with shiny green leaves in Aunt Nette's backyard. I didn't even know she knew the word, shiney. The girls like to talk about Aunt Nette's pets, Trudy, the beagle, and Ginger,the 18yr. old cat. The girls like the animals in theory only. When we try to let them pet each-animal, they completely back-off. Aunt Nette never fails to tell me how impressed she is with listening to both girls talk. They had a marvelous time chasing brightly colored balls that are just for them at Aunt Nette's house.
Driving home from the school, it seemed so poignant that the carseats were empty. I think it sort of hit me then, at that moment, that the girls are moving on and growing up. I suppose I had a moment or two of sadness, but truly, I couldn't ask for a better or more loving environment for them to spend two mornings a week. Some signs of *early* success that the girls are making their way at preschool is that they are generally in happy (if not exhausted) moods when we pass the playground area (the playground is next to the parking lot) and they want to go back in and play. They also talk alot about what they ate at snacktime (I have to say, this is gender specific and they'll be talking about what they ate to their friends, work collegues, spouses for the rest of their lives!) I am able to cross-check their reports with the teacher's schedule since she posts a weekly web-update of activities. Email me if you are interested in reading this and I'll send you the web address.
One nice development from preschool is that the girls have stopped being the velcro-twins in the County classes we attend on the days they don't have school. For the last year, they generally stayed on my lap and more or less whined during gym, music or art. We had our good days when they would jump up and participate with vigor, but we also had our rare days when I'd have to leave a class because they were both comlaining loudly that they wanted to be anywhere else in world than to be sitting on my lap during a class. Today, for eg., Carolyn proudly and loudly announced "I'm Carolyn!" to the entire class. Helen waited until she was home to look at Carolyn and announce in perfect english "That's MY sister!"
We visited with Aunt Nette today and Helen said "those leaves are shiney" while pointing to some potted plant with shiny green leaves in Aunt Nette's backyard. I didn't even know she knew the word, shiney. The girls like to talk about Aunt Nette's pets, Trudy, the beagle, and Ginger,the 18yr. old cat. The girls like the animals in theory only. When we try to let them pet each-animal, they completely back-off. Aunt Nette never fails to tell me how impressed she is with listening to both girls talk. They had a marvelous time chasing brightly colored balls that are just for them at Aunt Nette's house.
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