My girl is now in school full-time, sitting next to familiar faces at her very own desk, filled with her very own workbooks, having structured reading and math, art and music, PE three times a week (good thing we got her those new Pumas!! Practical and stylin'!), and taking lunch with her 3 days a week and buying lunch 2, including the all-important Pizza Day, on Fridays. Ummm...if my memory serves me correctly, Fridays have been Pizza Day since about the beginning of time, or at least since I was a kid. And Wednesdays were pasta day. Not sure if that one is still happening, but I'll have to check.
Yesterday, Monday, Day One, Samantha had a very good day. I didn't get much in the way of details about her day from anyone, other than that she did well in the cafeteria, and stayed in her seat in class, and started to get a little tired by the time they did Math, after lunch, after Art. Heck, that kind of timing would knock me out, too. But up until the very end of the day, she did well.
And then she lay down on the floor and wouldn't get up until Daddy came to pick her up. But apparently that wasn't a very long time. And apparently all of the kids were pretty spent by then, some laying across tables while doing Art, wishing for the now-impossible nap. And we've had a little chat with the Princess to ensure that she understands that that is not acceptable behavior, so I doubt we'll see that again.
Oh, and about the bathroom? Her resource teacher said she's going to get Sammi into the habit of going right after lunch. Sounds perfect to me! That way she'll expect it, she won't resist it, and she won't hold her water for 7 hours.
This morning, I kissed my girl goodbye at the door to her classroom, then watched as she removed her backpack, hung it up, and took her seat at her desk. And she was happy.
And I was happy.
|Happy girl, on the walk to school.|
|Outside her classroom, before everyone else arrived.|
|Visible, in her pencil box, are just 2 of the 30 (!!) gluesticks required by 1st graders.|