Did I say I like routine, because we are all doing better
with my favorite word “structure.” We’re already on to our second week of
school. Eli started last week, and we are getting used to consistent days
versus no schedule. I’m kicking lollygaggers into high gear, with warnings to
“shake a leg,” literally, shaking my right leg. It doesn’t typically; bring the
same gales of laughter as Eli’s younger years. Now, it gets an eye roll, and a “DON’T
RUSH ME!”
Sidney started 4 year old preschool this week. Thankfully,
we are still in the honeymoon phase. Many of of her sensory issues haven’t surfaced,
yet. This year we know how to curb her behavior. We are spending lots of quiet
time together in the afternoon and moving through our days with almost militant
routine. We’re going through lots of watercolor paint and spending as much time
as possible outside, as well as limiting trips to noisy, bright stores.
Her teacher commented she can’t believe how grown up she is
for her size. It’s one of the bittersweet things about adoption and being a
second child. She came home grown up, and while she regressed in a healthy
manner, her brother fills in the gaps. While her classmates are looking forlorn,
Sidney goes through the morning arrival routine with purpose. It’s
polar opposite of what I experienced with Eli.
OK, I need to get something productive done!