And Justpowers: there is no fig leaf on the preschool intake form. Perhaps since they do go where our kids have gone before, if you catch my drift. Sigh. I don’t think I would have guessed there’d be so much exposure, with this kid stuff. But unless we lead the entirety of our lives in a survivalist bunker, a lot our parenthood — both its successes and its not-so-successes — is rather on display, in the person of our kids.

Oh, and meanwhile: The baby fever! I love it! Here, here’s another. He’s lookin’ at YOU, Sheri, or perhaps rather your ovaries. (Cue Peggy Lee.)

There’s a little girl in my daughter’s preschool who has a Mommy and a Maman (uhm, it’s a French preschool). I have to say that I was SO happy to find this out, because I want my daughter exposed to more diverse people than *I* was. Because I’ve found myself ‘handicapped’ later on in life, because I have a hard time knowing the right thing to say and do.

I’ve been friendly with the Moms, I’ve pointed out to my daughter about different families, and I hope that since they’re starting so young that it will be accepted as entirely normal, just like the different skin colours and different names.

Thanks for your help. I really don’t want to commit any faux pas.

Sheri

PS - I love the photos of your little family, that little guy is just TOO CUTE (he’s been giving me the baby fever!)

First day of preschool is kind of happening with a whimper, rather than a bang. The beloved is herself afar, with the lil’ peanut, for a singing gig in OMAHA NEBRASKA. Which is very far from here, by the way, in case anyone didn’t notice. We’re only at hour 24 since her departure, but LORDY is it quiet. No wonder people kept looking sideways at us when we were talking about a second kid!

But so. She wants to witness the First Day of Preschool for our first kiddle, and so the lil’ monkey and I have just dropped in and hung out for a coupla hours (which we also did once over the summer). Um, with me loitering like a schmuck in the background. I should have had my wits about me and told her I’d need to step out for a moment and I’d be back in an hour or so. Instead I asked whether she’d be okay with that. Silly me, handing her the reigns again. No duh, she said “I’d rather you be here with me, Babi.”

I couldn’t go back on my word, and thus hoped my presence would at least serve as a cautionary note to other first-timer parents. Since it certainy was slowing/prolonging the girlie’s adjustment process. I thought about making a “Dunce” sign and hanging it around my neck, but that would have triggered the need to explain the word to budding readers, and as a teacher type I couldn’t brook that word worming into their vocabularies so early.

All of which to say: Cold Turkey Full Day will be Monday, the day the beloved returns from the Great Plains and our brood is whole again. I promise to file a full report, unless of course it’s a debacle and reflects poorly on us.

So, how was the first day of preschool? Or has it not happened yet?

Zeca started on Tuesday and, last night, told me that the best part of her day was learning not to “destroy other people’s work”. This is an important lesson…especially for her!