When Ellie woke up, Ryan carried her downstairs and she crawled into bed with me. We snuggled for a while, but then it was time to get up and get ready for school. I brushed her hair and helped her get dressed. She wore her khaki skort and a navy blue polo. She chose a new pair of Batman socks…and her favorite blue shoes. One of her friends had a birthday party during lunch today, so we only packed some fruit and a water bottle for her.
We drove to school and all seemed well. When we got out of the car, Ellie wanted to take her morning photo, so we posed by a street light this time. As we trotted into the backyard of her school, so she could take her shoes off, she still seemed fine. We walked up the stairs, went inside and put away her washcloths, lunchbox (still Spider-Man so far) and water bottle. We chatted with the director of the school about some photography she needs done…and as we were about the leave, the waterworks started. ”No, Mama! Please don’t leave! Mama, noooooo!” And she jumped into my arms. I told her she had to go to school, but that I would be back after lunch. She still cried. The director of the school helped sit her down by the toys and as we left, she screamed and cried and gave me the saddest face ever. We walked toward the front of the school and the director’s husband (he’s the one working with the design company for their website who gave us more specifics about the photos needed) met us by the front door and told us to quietly come inside the school. All we could hear was Ellie playing with her friends and laughing. Once we were out of sight, she calmed down and went back to business as usual. Mir, the director’s husband, told us a story of when his first son went to school and a similar thing happened. It was before camera phones and that kind of instant communication we’re all so used to…so when he left the school and his crying son, he just sat at work with a pit in his stomach, because he didn’t know if his son was better yet. He wanted us to see…or, well, hear, that Ellie was already better, so we wouldn’t feel bad. It was a lovely gesture.
When home, I got to work and had a lot of emails to answer and paperwork to complete. Yada yada. But then, I heard my phone buzz…and the school director sent me pictures of Ellie eating pizza at the birthday party. See, Ellie doesn’t like foods that get her hands messy. She gets frustrated. Also, she’s a pretty healthy eater…so, pizza isn’t really something she’s ever tried. They cut up her pizza into small enough pieces so they were bite sized and easy for her to pick up and hold. And she really liked it. (In the car on the way home, she said, “Mama, I ate pizza! Yum!”)
We went back to the school during my lunch break to pick up Miss Ellie. They were finishing up story time when we got there. Once Ellie realized we were there, she walked over and took us to her classroom. They worked on continents again today, so the first thing she did was take me to a puzzle map and tell me where Africa was. And then she pointed out North America. She also worked on more shapes, letters, numbers and sorting skills. I’m sure she did even more, but that’s all she told me about. Her teacher, Ms. Cheryl, took photos of the kids today, so I was able to see what Ellie did. I loved it! And, of course, Ellie started a little bit of adorable trouble. Every time one of them would write a letter, she would tell them to all raise their arms and say, “We did it!”. She does that a lot at home, whenever she’s particularly proud of herself, so I’m not surprised she told her new friends all about this fun tradition. Apparently, they did this 6 or 7 times — for 6 or 7 different letters. And the teacher got photos of the entire thing!
We talked to the director about hosting some fun events
After she showed us what she learned today, she wanted to sing and dance and play with all of the toys. We let her sing for 5 or so minute, but then it was time to head back home. We took her end of day photos with her sitting on the rocks. She sure does love rocks of any kind, lol.