We'll start with school, or not

Life report from everyone's favorite deer in the headlights....
I'll go backwards.

Isobel started second grade. All her girlie friends from last year are in the other class, which makes her very sad. But she loves her teacher, and so far it's mutual.













Here's her first grade photo from last year for comparison.

I'm having those usual mama worries that the teacher won't "get' her & she'll have a miserable year & won't learn anything. Really, the only consistency in my life is my neurotic worry.



Meanwhile in the boy's school life I should have been worried more.
We started an arty based preschool that he and I both loved the feeling of, and we'd just do a couple hours 2 days a week.
The second day he seemed fine to leave for a while & even said "ok' when I told him I was going to go do some work and be back.
I left & returned in less than an hour.

The school director meet me in the parking lot to tell me that 1) Henry is fine & 2) Henry had managed to leave the school looking for me and NO ONE NOTICED. A neighbor called to say there was a little someone in the parking lot looking for his mom.

The director made all the appropriate horrified noises - never happened in 20 years, have a safety expert coming in, etc, etc.

Long story short, of course we're not going back.
Mama will do some preschooling at home & we'll try at Isobel's old preschool after the wee man is potty trained, a preschool that's less arty, but has doors that 3 year olds can't open.