Summer is so fun, but this Jolley clan does better with a some structure. We started off the summer with several fun activities and daily learning and physical exertion and slowly morphed into wild animals with no schedule, no idea what day it was and no desire to wear non-elastic pants. And by "we", I of course am referring to myself. My work schedule took over with a vengeance a few weeks ago and the girls have been sitting around a lot. So school is a good thing.
June is the only 4-year old I know that is on her third public school experience. She is attending her second year of preschool in an ESE (Exceptional Student Education) classroom for kids with Varying Exceptionalities.
June picked out these shoes and would have no others. Even though there were gold-sparkly tennies available. June pointed to these over and over, and I'd say, "yes! let's get those!" and then i would be sneaky and say, "oh but look at these gold sparklies! they are so much cooler!" and she would tell me no. 3 separate times.
Dan helped me haul June's stuff to the school this morning, and it's a good thing he did. Pre-schoolers have a lot on their supplies list. Even between the both of us, our hands were full of bags containing glue, fat crayons, a box of diapers (don't you be jealous of my diaper-wearing 4 year old!), wipes, extra change of clothes, etc. We even accidentally left her nap blanket and a couple of things behind. I don't remember having to bring this much stuff, but then again, I don't remember anything about being 4.
When you're the mom, you get to post photos where you are the only one looking halfway decent. It's one of the rules.
Every once in awhile, the girls show affection toward each other. The End Is Near.
Not to be outdone, Gwen requested her backpack this morning too. And I luckily found it in a pile in the girls' room. Organization is key!!
We took June to her classroom, where she quickly busied herself with a puzzle. We chatted with the teacher for a bit, and then went to say our goodbyes to June. I said, "June, can you give Mama a kiss? I'm going bye bye." To which she gave me the brick-wall hand, and without looking up from her activity, replied, "BYE."
Parting is such sweet sorrow.