October update
Most perplexing thing on kindergarten supply list: Ziploc bags in two sizes: girls bring sandwich size, boys gallon size. Still don't know why, have speculated much, don't want the mystery destroyed.
I now own a Macbook(?), courtesy Jason; you'd think I would then be posting more, but apparently not. I do now know the four places in Perry I can find wi-fi (Burlingham Books, Daryl's Pizzeria, The Hole in the Wall, and the library), and visit all frequently.
Dawn has been very pretty these last few weeks since school began. Ick. We have not missed the bus once, though it missed us one day, on a Monday - here comes the bus, here comes the bus... there goes the bus?! Right by us. Called the bus garage: the driver "had a lot on her mind - her dog's in surgery. Okay.. so I had to scramble into proper clothes (I wait with Henry wearing pajamas most days, with a jacket thrown over) and drive him to school.
Open House was crowded, noisy, and overwhelming - Henry, very tires by that evening, cried twice (once because I stopped to talk to people - newsflash, I do that - and one because I did not allow him to buy anything at the book fair). His teacher, Mrs. DeVinney, told me she'd noticed his vocabulary - when another boy brought in leaves for show-and-tell, he said they were fun to walk on and crunch, whereupon Henry declared he would not want to walk on the leaves he'd brought, as they were "rather fragile".
When Henry was a few days old, they were afraid he had jaundice, so we had to take him to the local hospital for daily tests. On one of those days, we sat in a waiting room with a man and a woman who asked Henry's name. When we told her "Henry Grosvenor Parker-Burlingham," she said that would be a lot for him to learn to write in kindergarten. "Oh, he can abbreviate the Grosvenor," we replied. "Not in my classroom," she said - she was a kindergarten teacher.
So yes, on Open House night, Mrs. DeVinney pointed to Henry's "about me" collage with its photo of our family from a couple years ago, and said, "I met Henry right after he was born!" He will indeed be writing all 30 of the letters of his name. Happily, he can write the whole alphabet already, and writes "Henry" without help.
It's cluster day - a convertible car club at the Hole in the Wall, motorcycles in front of Traver Place on Main Street, and the Baptists are out doing their anti-abortion placarding along Main Street by their church. One year I'll know in time to get a bunch of Planned Parenthood placards out.
It's wonderful to have Jason here nearly every weekend - he is now in Pittsburgh, so he drives up to see us weekly. He'll be able to attend the parent-teacher conference in late November, too.
I now own a Macbook(?), courtesy Jason; you'd think I would then be posting more, but apparently not. I do now know the four places in Perry I can find wi-fi (Burlingham Books, Daryl's Pizzeria, The Hole in the Wall, and the library), and visit all frequently.
Dawn has been very pretty these last few weeks since school began. Ick. We have not missed the bus once, though it missed us one day, on a Monday - here comes the bus, here comes the bus... there goes the bus?! Right by us. Called the bus garage: the driver "had a lot on her mind - her dog's in surgery. Okay.. so I had to scramble into proper clothes (I wait with Henry wearing pajamas most days, with a jacket thrown over) and drive him to school.
Open House was crowded, noisy, and overwhelming - Henry, very tires by that evening, cried twice (once because I stopped to talk to people - newsflash, I do that - and one because I did not allow him to buy anything at the book fair). His teacher, Mrs. DeVinney, told me she'd noticed his vocabulary - when another boy brought in leaves for show-and-tell, he said they were fun to walk on and crunch, whereupon Henry declared he would not want to walk on the leaves he'd brought, as they were "rather fragile".
When Henry was a few days old, they were afraid he had jaundice, so we had to take him to the local hospital for daily tests. On one of those days, we sat in a waiting room with a man and a woman who asked Henry's name. When we told her "Henry Grosvenor Parker-Burlingham," she said that would be a lot for him to learn to write in kindergarten. "Oh, he can abbreviate the Grosvenor," we replied. "Not in my classroom," she said - she was a kindergarten teacher.
So yes, on Open House night, Mrs. DeVinney pointed to Henry's "about me" collage with its photo of our family from a couple years ago, and said, "I met Henry right after he was born!" He will indeed be writing all 30 of the letters of his name. Happily, he can write the whole alphabet already, and writes "Henry" without help.
It's cluster day - a convertible car club at the Hole in the Wall, motorcycles in front of Traver Place on Main Street, and the Baptists are out doing their anti-abortion placarding along Main Street by their church. One year I'll know in time to get a bunch of Planned Parenthood placards out.
It's wonderful to have Jason here nearly every weekend - he is now in Pittsburgh, so he drives up to see us weekly. He'll be able to attend the parent-teacher conference in late November, too.