Today I enjoyed the last playdate of the summer with my St Michael's friends. Last week was supposed to be our final visit but we opted to squeeze just one more in. We met in the same lovely Westlake park where we had our first playdate of the summer. Over the past few months, we have grown from classmates into the best of friends. Mid-morning, I declared "this is my favorite life."
We stayed to play for several hours until I had to go home to bathe and get ready for my third and final Montessori orientation.
When we arrived at the Montessori school, Elizabeth was sitting outside waiting for me. I told her the story of my dad's fall and how he tore a ligament as though it had just happened yesterday. This is a story I can tell for years! I thoroughly enjoy the sympathy I rightfully get (nevermind my dad). This detailed sob story charmed Elizabeth. Not many toddlers can speak in such detail about broken bones, torn ligaments, and the surgical procedures needed to repair them.
My dream came true today. I learned how to work with the pink tower. Then Elizabeth decided that I could start school tomorrow instead of waiting until Wednesday. (Three children start per day and there are only ten of us in the class and two are vacationing in India.) I am excited about this but we had planned to use tomorrow as a practice to see how long it would take to get ready in the morning. According to the policies, I need to eat a full high-protein breakfast before school. I normally like to be awake for a while before I eat my breakfast (but I have water and a light snack before my meal) so this is all going to take some adjusting. And my mom needs to get her sleep schedule on track. Big changes!
We have our alarm set for hours before dawn so we can get out of the house in time to sit in traffic at the Y for hours. (And by the Y I don't mean the YMCA . . . I mean the dreaded Y at Oak Hill. Worst traffic ever.)
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