To say it was highly anticipated would almost be an understatement. Liesel was bursting to go to preschool like a sunrise on a cloudless day. In the days leading up to it, Brent and I made the mistake of discussing whether or not she needed a backpack right in front of her. Liesel let us know that she absolutely, positively NEEDED a backpack! Ever the sucker for personalization, I chose one from Pottery Barn Kids. When it finally came in the mail she spelled out the letters over and over. That backpack carried some crayons and a sweater (it was 85 degrees btw) and I think Liesel felt as important as the president with it on.
Liesel's first day was actually a parent-child introduction. Given that I was still coughing up a lung, Brent accompanied her. He reported that during roll call the teacher would say the name and then everyone would repeat, "HI Joe Schmo!" Apparently Liesel was getting impatient and hey, with a last name of Wuehler she has good reason. They were between names when she interjected, "My name is Liesel: L-I-E-S-E-L!" When I asked her what her favorite part of preschool was she said, "My friends." Oh that we could all make friends as easily as a toddler! She definitely did not want to leave, even when we reminded her she'd be back.
When I took Liesel in for her evaluation last week, Ms. Diaz sat down with me to ask questions and complete forms while Ms. Miller played with Liesel. I warned Ms. Miller she'd chat her ear off and that was exactly what happened. Some of the questions threw me a bit. "Does your family eat dinner together?" Woah, where did that come from? Uhm, sometimes... I often go workout and regain my sanity. But Dad feeds them. "What nationality would you say she is?" I immediately said, "American" and Ms. Diaz blinked like she wasn't expecting me to say that. I added, "Her family history is from Northern Europe but she is definitely American." I'm still not sure why that seemed like an odd response. "How would you describe her typical mood? Happy, moody, volatile, melancholy or enthusiastic? I'm gonna go ahead and put happy." Liesel was chattering away while playing with Ms. Miller.
I was greatly surprised by Ireland's reaction when Brent and Liesel got out of the car. She definitely felt left behind... with the sick parent no less. Ireland cried for quite a while. I guess I just assumed she'd be excited to have me to herself for a change. Not that I can fault her. The car was strangely quiet. When we met up with Dad and Liesel, it was immediately filled again with her talking, singing, and harassing her little sister.
To say it was highly anticipated would almost be an understatement. Liesel was bursting to go to preschool like a sunrise on a cloudless day. In the days leading up to it, Brent and I made the mistake of discussing whether or not she needed a backpack right in front of her. Liesel let us know that she absolutely, positively NEEDED a backpack! Ever the sucker for personalization, I chose one from Pottery Barn Kids. When it finally came in the mail she spelled out the letters over and over. That backpack carried some crayons and a sweater (it was 85 degrees btw) and I think Liesel felt as important as the president with it on.
Liesel's first day was actually a parent-child introduction. Given that I was still coughing up a lung, Brent accompanied her. He reported that during roll call the teacher would say the name and then everyone would repeat, "HI Joe Schmo!" Apparently Liesel was getting impatient and hey, with a last name of Wuehler she has good reason. They were between names when she interjected, "My name is Liesel: L-I-E-S-E-L!" When I asked her what her favorite part of preschool was she said, "My friends." Oh that we could all make friends as easily as a toddler! She definitely did not want to leave, even when we reminded her she'd be back. 
When I took Liesel in for her evaluation last week, Ms. Diaz sat down with me to ask questions and complete forms while Ms. Miller played with Liesel. I warned Ms. Miller she'd chat her ear off and that was exactly what happened. Some of the questions threw me a bit. "Does your family eat dinner together?" Woah, where did that come from? Uhm, sometimes... I often go workout and regain my sanity. But Dad feeds them. "What nationality would you say she is?" I immediately said, "American" and Ms. Diaz blinked like she wasn't expecting me to say that. I added, "Her family history is from Northern Europe but she is definitely American." I'm still not sure why that seemed like an odd response. "How would you describe her typical mood? Happy, moody, volatile, melancholy or enthusiastic? I'm gonna go ahead and put happy." Liesel was chattering away while playing with Ms. Miller. 
I was greatly surprised by Ireland's reaction when Brent and Liesel got out of the car. She definitely felt left behind... with the sick parent no less. Ireland cried for quite a while. I guess I just assumed she'd be excited to have me to herself for a change. Not that I can fault her. The car was strangely quiet. When we met up with Dad and Liesel, it was immediately filled again with her talking, singing, and harassing her little sister. 
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MISS MISS MISS those little faces! And your big face. We need to get together ASAP. Hugs!
Isn't school such a wonderful thing! I hope you get to enjoy Ireland on her own. Sometimes it's fun to discover them apart from their siblings. :)
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