I attended curriculum night at Emma's preschool this week. This is the first time I have had no idea what is going on in her classroom. Up until this year, I have been with her one day a week and always knew what the weekly theme was, what was in the sensory table that day, etc, etc. I have really missed that this year. Especially because Emma does NOT like to tell me about her day. The only details I get are what was served for snack. I know this is a normal process of growing up- but I felt so out of the loop. So the curriculum night was really amazing. Emma is really being treated like a student-being expected to raise her hand, take turns, and call her teachers by the appropriate title Mrs.-----. She has an assigned seat for group time (a frog tag with her name on it) and she says "here" when attendance is taken. Sniff, sniff- where did my baby go??? Emma is in an integrated classroom, which means there are some children with special needs in her class. There is a very low ratio and there are a lot of specialists in the class- like OT, speech, physical therapy, etc. It has been a great experience for her. 
I am volunteering in the classroom next week and am very excited to see what really goes on. I am told Emma is the "diplomat" of the class and tells Mrs. Herring everytime kids are fighting or not taking turns. I think we used to call this a tattle-tale, but whatever. At least she is not the one instigating it- although I am sure she does this her fair share of the time, also (when she isn't bossing someone around.)
I am volunteering in the classroom next week and am very excited to see what really goes on. I am told Emma is the "diplomat" of the class and tells Mrs. Herring everytime kids are fighting or not taking turns. I think we used to call this a tattle-tale, but whatever. At least she is not the one instigating it- although I am sure she does this her fair share of the time, also (when she isn't bossing someone around.)Emma 3 years old
Abby- 3 hours old- Nov 2, 007
Abby is crawling, standing and cruising all over the place. She will be 1 in just a couple more weeks! I cannot believe it. This has been the fastest year of my life (with the expection of the first few crazy postpartum months which dragged on forever for me). She says some words now- Dada, Up, Doggie, Uh-oh, and occasionally mama if I am lucky. But mostly everything and everyone is dada for now. She ate meatloaf last night for dinner. Meatloaf! Where did my baby go??? I had a playdate with a girlfriend with a 5 week old this week and he is the first newborn I have held since Abby. Don't get me wrong, I am DONE with kids (Mike took one for the team to ensure that) But the strangest feeling washed over me holding that little tiny baby. It was a mix of nostalgia, saddness to be done with all that, and relief to be done with all that. So soon you forget how tiny and sweet and needy they are. I feel like I have spent the last 4 years listening to adults tell me, "enjoy this now- it goes so fast..." and just nodded along, not really understanding. I understand now. Now that the infant days are officially done, and Abby is fast approaching toddlerhood, I understand how much emotion is behind those words when people say how fast it goes!
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