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Mallory, in Kindergarten

Here she is, all uniformed-up:



Here she is at her desk:



She looks a bit drowsy, doesn't she? Two reasons: Despite my best intentions, I wasn't able to get the kids on a back-to-school bedtime schedule last week, so she's not quite used to getting up at 7:00 yet. Also, her allergies have been pretty bad this week. The only hitch in an otherwise-smooth morning was when I tried to give her some Claritin. "I don't want medicine! What flavor is it?" she asked, and I told her. She started to cry. "I don't want it if it's poop-flavored!" "Not poop, fruit!" I said, and all was well.

She's so excited about school, I hope she loves it. She was a bit relieved to learn that there will probably be no homework for a few months. She didn't impress me with her back-to-school assignment; she was to draw a picture of her favorite summer activity. She procrastinated and put it off until yesterday afternoon, when I told her she couldn't watch her favorite show unless she did it. She sat down at her desk and asked me to draw an airplane for her. "No, it's your homework, you have to do it," I said. She sighed heavily. "How do you spell vacation?" she asked. I told her. She wrote "Vacation" across the top of the page and then drew two stick figures. "Who's that?" I asked. "I don't know, someone we saw on vacation," she said. "I'm done now!" It was not her best effort, needless to say. I hope she gets more motivated as the year goes on!

Phoebe is really going to miss her sister. All the way back to the car this morning she was saying, "Me too! Me too! I go to school too!" Poor girl. She might also benefit from a uniform, incidentally:



I can't believe I have a child in school. I didn't think it would upset me, but I got teary in the classroom and probably would've cried all the way to work if I'd allowed myself to. I just want her to be happy, all the time.

Comments

Anonymous said…
The uniform looks very nice. It looks very similar to what the girls wear in Nicolas's school.

It is hard to believe that she is that old. And hopefully her homework efforts will improve!

Mom
aimee said…
Oh, she looks so grown-up! I know how you feel--you are happy they are excited but sad cause they are one step closer to someday leaving you. sigh.

I love Phoebe's choice of shoes. hilarious!

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