September 1, 2011

Liliana’s first day of school

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I’ve had some major problems finding childcare for Liliana and Preston together, so I finally caved and decided to split them up. I started searching for preschools in our area or the area I work in and a couple weeks ago we checked one out. We filled out the forms, Liliana met (and hugged) the principal and vice principal, and that was that. She’s starting school.

As I talked* to Noah on the way back from the school, he said he was scared of her going to school. I asked him what his greatest fear was, and he said, “That she behaves like herself.” Our middle child, she is a unique one.

*I’m assuming you will comment on this one, RUSSELL, so I’ll say now that I was WALKING – not DRIVING – when I was talking to him.

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Yesterday, she went. Her first day of school. I know it’s just preschool (or, pre-kindergarten, as they call it), but it’s in an elementary school and that makes it feel more like real school. We were going to skip the whole preschool thing, as Liliana certainly doesn’t need it for academic or social reasons, but since I can’t bring her to work with me, she has to go somewhere.

We arrived a few minutes early and Liliana joined the other early kids at the tables. She started off with pattern cards, putting little plastic bears in color/size patterns according to each card. When she got bored of that, she tried to steal the fishing puzzle game from the girl next to her. So, she may be the most out-going kid I know, but maybe she needs to work on her interpersonal skills just a tad.

When the teacher called the kids over for circle time, Liliana was the first one there (after throwing on the shelf the fishing puzzle she’d finally acquired) (it fell off the shelf) (she saw it fall and kept going to circle time). She answered all the questions the teacher asked and put in her two cents even when the teacher wasn’t asking for input.

She gobbled up her snack quickly so that she could go and play with the ponies afterward. Her classmate’s 1-year-old brother tried to play ponies with her, but she shoved him away, explaining to him that she was playing with the ponies.

Yesterday’s first day required the parents to be there, as it was the kids’ introduction to the teachers, the classroom, and their fellow classmates. When it was time to go, I informed Liliana of this fact and she yelled at me (something we’re working on) and refused to clean up the ponies. Five seconds later, as I was quietly explaining to her the consequences of YELLING AT ME, Liliana heard the teacher say it was time to go. She happily cleaned up the ponies, put the bin away, and skipped out of the room.

I can’t wait to talk to the teacher(s) after the first week and see how they’re coping.

7 Responses to “Liliana’s first day of school”

  1. Bethany always responds better to the teacher than me too…at the end of last year I tried desperatly to fine a reason to bring the teacher home in Bethany’s backpack! She just laughed…and didn’t fit.

  2. I had the same worries with my middle! I would often ask, with trepidation, how the day went at school – because he had been using some choice behaviour at home, and the teachers always said he was perfect! His teachers assured me that it’s a good sign he saved his naughtiest behaviour for me at home. Okay, whatever. I’m sure she’ll have a great time!

  3. Speaking as someone who’s worked with kids in a variety of situations over the years—camp counselor, babysitter, classroom aide, VBS teacher, after-school program teacher—I can assure you that kids usually act quite differently for adults who are not their parents. Seriously, sometimes it’s like a switch gets flipped. So you probably don’t have to worry about Liliana as much as you fear you will. :-)

  4. i love that pic of liliana in the swing jen!!! soooo cute!

  5. I just can’t believe that she’s old enough for pre-Kindergarten. WTH??

  6. I felt the same way when I put Jeff in school. Doug was always such an angel and Jeff was *busier*. Turned out his teachers loved him and he loved school. So, you may be surprised!

  7. I share your “pain” so to say. I’ve got one or two intense children… currently they are 2 and 3 and it seems to be their mission to either kill each other or me with frustration :)