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!