Well, our Ash has survived his first day at school.
His teacher and his speech therapist came to visit just before the bus
brought him home. They are impressed by some aspects of him and had
questions about others.
About what one would expect.
He took it all in stride, had no problem getting on the bus and being
carried off by himself with no mama, daddy or bawa with him. He
hasn't acknowledged the existance of the other kids yet, but that will
take time. He apparently thought the balls in the gym were way cool,
was a bit nervous of the bird seed table (I guess bird seed is better
for pre-schooler to put in their mouth than sand?), he wouldn't touch
it. All in all he had an OK day and romped sufficiently that he fell
asleep on the bus ride home.
kiri was a nervous wreck all day yesterday, packed so much stuff into
his backpack that he had to carry his lunch in his hand, and just
about fell apart after he was away on the bus. We propped her up and
let her weep (the only child off to school weepies (G))
I think she will recover. *chuckle*
Since some paperwork maven goofed up, we didn't get the usual tour of
the school and chat with the assorted teachers, aides and therapists,
so we are invited to our own private open house tommorow night.
In the meantime we are scrabbleing to get all the papers and stuff
sorted out. Somebody messed up so bad that we didn't even know he had
been placed til we got a phone call from transportation Thursday
evening asking what kind of car seat he uses. And at that they were
ready to transport him to a completely different district.
Fortunately I am the Queen Telephone *** and kiri is an Honorary
Princess in Training. By afternoon on Friday their were pools of
*** cooling around telephones in offices all over the school
district, and we had apologies, correct information and assurances
from no less than the superintendant of schools and the special ed
placement manager that they had _never_ had any intention of busing
our developmentally disabled 4 year old half way across the county. I
like to imagine that somebody is at least getting a lecture on the
importance of telling parents that their kid is going to go to school
and where, along with perhaps detailed instructions on putting
paperwork into envelopes and afixing stamps to them.
has the *** completely***ed off her fangs, and is well contented
with many kidlet snuggles
I'm a little teapot, short and stout
here is my handle, here is my...other...handle?
I'm a sugar bowl!