New School

This week I decided that one of the challenges of maintaining a blog is that the more that happens, the less time you have to write about it. We've had a busy week here. Mia started at a new preschool on Monday, and I've been trying to keep up with the new schedule and requirements.

This program is a full day, meaning Mia naps there. The teacher reported she didn't nap the first day, and asked me what helps her fall asleep at night. Boy, it is hard to give a short answer to that question. Fortunately, Mia got in synch with her classmates by Tuesday.

I've spent a bit of time in the class this week, and picked up some phrases that will come in handy in helping Mia become the best 3-year-old she can be. A few of my favorites:

Ballet Instructor (when one of the ballerinas pointed out that another ballerina was continuing to cry for no discernible reason): "Everybody is different. We don't say things that make other people feel bad."

Teacher (as she distributes ribbons in different colors): "You git what you git and you don't pitch a fit."

We've always had difficulty getting Mia to tell us anything about her day at preschool, so imagine my surprise this evening when she responded to Auntie Paula's query.

Paula: How do you like your new school?

Mia (after hesitation): My new school is......... perfect.

Mia smiles a big, contented smile. Her mother smiles because she doesn't think she has ever heard Mia declare anything to be perfect.