Anna school update

Anna can apparently count to 10 in spanish. It just started flowing out of her mouth during bath time the other night as she was counting her bath crayons. WTH? I didn't know what she's saying but now it's perfectly clear. I don't speak spanish. She's already one-upped me.

We asked her teacher about it this morning and she confirmed to me how to count to 10 and Anna had been right. Apparently she also knows her colors and shapes in Spanish. SAY WHAT?!

She has been spending some time in the older classroom so they can evaluate whether she should jump a level at the start of next school year. As of right now, their big concern is they don't want her to lose her leadership qualities if she moves to an older classroom. Also her fine motor skills aren't quite advanced enough yet to keep up with the older ones (cutting with scissors, holding a pencil correctly ALL of the time (she does most of the time. And she's a Lefty)). They don't want her to become frustrated with those types of things if she can't keep up with the older classes.

All of this is fine with us. We will work on her fine motor skills more with her at home too. If she jumps a class room in the fall, she'll start kindergrarten a year early, be young in her class, and graduate at 17. Not all bad things: I started college at 17 and I LOVED being the youngest all the time. If she doesn't jump a class we are fine with that too because frankly who needs the rush. But her teachers are doing an amazing job really analyzing this and paying attention. We are so happy and lucky they are so involved, and so we're doing our best to work with them.

In other news, Anna got in trouble a few weeks ago when she interrupted the class prayers not once, but twice, by saying "POOPIE! POOPIE!". They had to start prayer over as a class 3 times, while they were waiting to start snack time! When the teacher told me this I swear I heard the voice in my head say, "Ha, oops...oh wait: straight face." What actually came out of my mouth was: "oh what the little class clown..." and "we will talk to her..." And we did. She hasn't done it since.

And I giggled as we walked out of the classroom. Not out of disrespect for this Luthern school (or God or Jesus), but because of the gall of toddlers.

She gets it from her dad.

The hard thing is now she's on to "I toot-tooted!" and thinks it's hilarious. "I toot-tooted on you! ...on the floor!...in the water!" And while that's fine with me, the voice of restraint in my head reminds me that her teachers at some point are going to notice her doing it at an otherwise inappropriate time and so I am trying to teach her it's OK to say at home but not so silly at school. Then the other day she said, in front of her teachers: "it's OK to say at home but not school!" Ugh, kids.