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Today’s the day for Sophia to return the library book she took out of the school library, and in our rush to pack up the house (the floors are finally getting finished! yay!) I think we must have packed it somewhere.
Great: in school three weeks, I’ve already marked her as “The kid who loses school library books.”
Her Highness the Most Excellent Sophia started Kindergarten yesterday. Somebody tell me how a baby I just brought home from the hospital can possibly be starting Kindergarten?
I looked at the list of stuff she’s supposed to know for Kindergarten. She was well past that level about 2 years ago. I looked at the list of the stuff she’s supposed to learn this year and, well, let’s see…she does not in fact know how to tell time on an analog clock yet. So we have that to look forward to.
We walk to school in the late morning. (I signed her up for the “afternoon” kindergarten because I don’t want to have to have her out the door by 7:45am any earlier than I have to, which turns out to be 1st grade.) So far she’s not pleased at the walk—”Mommy, I get tired!” It’s 6/10 of a mile each way. I think she’ll adapt. Also, extra exercise for me.
She’s been very excited about the whole Kindergarten thing for weeks, if not months. Now that it’s started she’s a little unsure about the whole thing—while we’ve run into preschool friends at the school, none of them are in her class. She’s outgoing, though: I don’t sense that she’ll have much trouble making friends. Which, let’s face it, is what this is all about, as far as I’m concerned.
(Pssst: Can someone please tell me how to put some space between the picture up there and the text next to it? I’ve been playing with the style sheets and html for 30 minutes now and seeing no improvement. Just a little space from the text, that’s all I want!)
Where did my Danger Girl go?
Something has happened to Sophia of late, and it’s driving me near crazy. She needs to be with me. Really near me. She will often stand right next to me, and more than once I’ve knocked her over, because I didn’t know she was there. We have a new rule: she must stand at least 3 feet away from me. Otherwise, one of us is going to break something.
She won’t go up to her room by herself. If I’m in one room and she’s in another and she can see me through the doorway, that’s too far away and she has to be near me. We’ve started having difficult discussions at night as to why she has to stay in her room and not in ours. Today in the kitchen she was crying to me about the footsteps. “What footsteps?” I asked. “I’m right here, and I did not hear any footsteps.”
Darin thinks her imagination is developing and she’s started to imagine things that aren’t there. Tamar has suggested it’s the transition from preschool to Kindergarten that’s doing it. Sophia just had preschool graduation, complete with cap and gown, so she knows Kindergarten is coming soon.
I’m hoping it’s a short-lived phase. Having Sophia close is great. Having Sophia surgically attached to my side is not going to work out well.