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We have scheduled Sebastian's 'testing,' as they call it. He's 3. It's just sitting in with the 3K class to see how he does, but it's just silly. We've never considered enrolling our kids in 'competitive pre-school' and scoff at the idea that you can tell how much potential a child doesn't have at age 3, but here we are, with an appointment at a private 3K. AND we live in the most suburb-y cookie-cutter neighborhood with a pool and HOA.
I guess circumstances are everything. It's true that my child is Applying for Preschool. And that there are probably 20 houses in my neighborhood with the exact same floorplan as mine, down to the stupid chair rail that delineates 'dining' and 'living.' But when you consider the reason we're seeking a preschool and the river in the back yard, it all makes more sense. I should remember that the next time someone's behaviors make no sense to me; mine appear ridiculous at a glance.
Our A/C has gone out. With open windows (yay screens!) and a fan, it's not too bad, especially downstairs. But the poor children are stuck in a hothouse. We can't open their window because they're on the second floor, and we are sadly without a fan for them. All the while Sebastian is trying to wear winter pajamas and socks. 'It's not hot!' he says.
I really like having our dogs home. They are allowed in just enough indoor space that we can maintain it, and they seem content with their lot. Clara and Sebastian like having them around, too.
I guess circumstances are everything. It's true that my child is Applying for Preschool. And that there are probably 20 houses in my neighborhood with the exact same floorplan as mine, down to the stupid chair rail that delineates 'dining' and 'living.' But when you consider the reason we're seeking a preschool and the river in the back yard, it all makes more sense. I should remember that the next time someone's behaviors make no sense to me; mine appear ridiculous at a glance.
Our A/C has gone out. With open windows (yay screens!) and a fan, it's not too bad, especially downstairs. But the poor children are stuck in a hothouse. We can't open their window because they're on the second floor, and we are sadly without a fan for them. All the while Sebastian is trying to wear winter pajamas and socks. 'It's not hot!' he says.
I really like having our dogs home. They are allowed in just enough indoor space that we can maintain it, and they seem content with their lot. Clara and Sebastian like having them around, too.