I met Anna’s new teacher last night, Miss I.A. She’s new to Anna’s school, but probably in her late 40’s and has years of teaching experience: like, her whole life. She has experience with every grade level, public and Christian school of every denomination, and in the last few years has been mostly with 3 year olds. I drilled her pretty good but I forgot to ask why she left her last place to come here in the first place. Is that a fair question?
She seems friendly enough. Definitely not Anna’s last teacher, Miss Dreamy who can look cute yet smart while wearing fashionable boots, but she certainly doesn’t seem a disaster. I think she’ll do. For now ;)
The kids in Anna’s class include adding back her old favorite friends Ryan and Erin, but not Karma, her bestest of all who was put into another class in the beginning of summer. Over the summer, she’s been hanging with another friend, Hannah, but now Hannah will be in Karma’s class. Boo. But at least Anna’s got good friends back with her in her new class, and some old friends that she knows too. And it looks like a few new friends.
An interesting thing: they’ve decided to restructure the room layout so that in each hallway, there’s one class each of 2, 3, and 4yr-olds, instead of grouping the entire hallway by one age group. They think this will allow the older children to be good models for the younger ones, and teach the older ones nurturing in some ways. Plus they feel it gives the newer parents a little more connection to the more experienced parents. Apparently it’s all the rage in the schools or something. I’m good with giving it a try. It does make sense.
But as a result of this room moving stuff, Anna’s new room is back in an old room where she was when she was around 18 months old. So her response was, “NO! I’m supposed to go to the BIG KIDS’ CLASS!” Paul and I explained that they fixed it and changed it all up to make it the older kids’ class and so this morning she really wanted to go see it before I dropped her off. I figured it couldn’t hurt.
I took her to the room and Miss I.A. was in there. I apologized to her, not wanting to intrude, while she was getting her classroom ready. She seemed fine with it and when I went to introduce Anna to her, I stopped myself and said, “Is it Miss FIRST NAME or Miss LAST NAME?” (Anna’s previous teachers have all been Miss FIRST NAME.”)
It’s Miss LAST NAME.
OK.
Anyway, the room looked a little cluttered with too many pieces of big furniture but hey, she has 1.5 weeks to get it all together so…but I don’t think this teacher is very familiar with energy flow in a room ;)
But this morning, for the first time since June, I didn’t have to peel Anna off of me at drop off. After she met Miss A, we walked back to her summer room where she’ll be till Aug 30. She kissed me good-bye and went off to color. WTH? I don’t think she hates the current classroom but I think she can sense that permanence will finally be coming back. Routine with regular friends, etc.
In other news, Night#2 without the paci went well. She took her animals from the sacrificial paci circle in our living room and piled them back into bed with her. She whined for the paci a little before bedtime last night and I think a little when she woke up but is getting over the whining quicker. The thing I’ve noticed the past 2 nights without the paci is she tends to talk wayyyyyy more when I lay in bed for the obligatory 5 minutes after book and song. She just won’t settle as easy and finds stuff to talk about. Again, that paci meant “sleepy time, time to wind down”. Now that signal is subconsciously absent. So this means she’s not falling asleep till around 9pm, which is much too late for her and her tired/cranky wake-up attitude. This means it’s time for an earlier bedtime. Bummer.
By the way she wore the same shirt today as she wore yesterday. To school. It’s the Wonder Pets shirt that was in the $50 bag of crap we bought at StoryTime Live. Paul approved it and I couldn’t fight it. Anna told me “But it doesn’t STINK”. Paul said, “but it doesn’t stink”.
I told her teacher, yes, I realize it’s the same shirt, Day 2. She didn’t seem shocked so I guess it’s standard at this age.
Well maybe tonight there will be zero home drama and I can post the Colorado pictures! Later…
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