Greta's new pre-school looks fantastic! She will be in Montessori school for a half day every day this fall. Today we got to meet her new teachers and check out her classroom. I'm not sure who was more excited about the classroom. Well, sadly, we do; it was luck that Marc was there to get me to leave. But, Greta was also mightily impressed. We learned that the class will be going on a fieldtrip to see The Nutcracker this winter. She's still not sure what that all entails (WHO will go there with me? The kids and teachers. What kids? Well, the other children in the class. WHAT other children? Well, you don't know them yet, but you will. ) Though she is intrigued by the idea of riding on a school bus.
I found out that I can volunteer in the classroom. Wahoo! I can cut out things for the room, organize parties, or read books and listen to kids read books to me. (Gee, I wonder which one is a fit for me?)
The practical life (note that I am giving the "Edit Html" bar a go) part of the room has been a great interest to Greta since we visited last Spring. There, the kids can basically carry, wash or pour all sorts of stuff . . . in practice for a life as a busboy. We aim high. Today they had little items, including a plastic squirrel for children to practice washing and drying. Of course, I could not resist hyping up the preschool as a place where she could come to wash dirty little squirrels. My daughter, the ham, fell right into my script. That night, she announced to Aunt Betsy, "I have a great school. I can even wash dirty squirrels."
Marc vetoed my desire to call bath or shower time the time to wash our dirty squirrels. Alas, I see how some who don't inherently see how hysterically funny that is (lame-o's) might be disturbed by me ringing out, "Time to hit the tub and wash the dirty squirrels, kids." But, think of the joy it would bring me. You have my permission to say this in your home if you wish. There is no copyright.
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