We are halfway through our first week of school together, and so far it’s been amazing. I try to get up before the Huckleberries, but they seem to hear me get up no matter what I do. Our floor boards sound like automatic weapons so I’m not really surprised. If I get a little time alone it’s much easier to roll through the morning routine and get out the door on time. We haven’t been late but we haven’t exactly got the extra settling in time I keep planning for either.
Each day we parked at a different place, trying to figure out what route works best for our little parade. Today we brought the stroller Nana got for our California trip, which made the transition much smoother. When we get to school, Edie serves herself breakfast and sits with friends. Rory grumps at his teachers for a while when he realizes what’s up, but they easily buy him off with food. Through the day he is settling in gradually and doing well. The toddler room has viewing windows to the studio and kitchen, so every time I pass through he spots me. So far the effect has been mostly disruptive, but I’m sure he will eventually reach reassurance. Another week or so…. Meanwhile I try to play in his space a bit each day. His teacher has been warning everyone who comes in the room, “Look out for Rory; he loves trust falls!” Apparently his new-found “jump!” has become a sort of initiation rite. Rory had a five or six word vocabulary; it’s quite unusual for an American child to acquire a verb so early in the set but “jump” is one of the six most important things in his world.
Edie is making friends and finding her way as well, and she loves to pop over during play times or snack for a quick kiss. It turns out some neighbors who she has played with before are in my class, and Edie joins their pack for much of the day. She also made friends the first day with a girl she calls Delphia, which is the a wild mispronunciation, but Delphia doesn’t seem to mind 😉
This last picture is Edie as a Onceler Aunt. This fabulous play exploded from the Lorax after we read the book as a group. One child claimed to be the Lorax while spinning across the room with a play knife from the little kitchen, and others corrected, you have to be the Onceler if you cut down the truffelas! Rhonda draped herself in a truffelly scarf and was felled, which triggered a mass deforestation of teachers. Some children were concerned, but many were gleeful as they scooped up the sweet-smelling silk. I offered a few pairs of chopsticks in case someone needed them for knitting thneeds. At first a few children insisted I knit the thneeds from the truffelas they brought me, but soon several- Edie among them- wanted to do it themselves. After most children moved on to different aspects of the game, Edie continued knitting thneeds and biggering. Later, she joined a conscientious GMO forestry Onceler who wanted to feed truffela seeds with little cosmetic bottles, so the thneeds would come to harvest quickly and sustainably. They sat together and meticulously dropped invisible potion into a helmet filled with cold weather accessories. It was glorious.