Sunshine and Rainbows and Sweet Puppy Kisses.
I've already waxed poetic about my love of Diva Girl's new school, but please indulge me a little bit more. Because I am just loving all the changes switching schools has brought (and I'm not even being sarcastic there).
First, there's the bus. It's still a little odd to be sending her off like that, but it gets easier every day. Especially when I consider that what was once a 45 minute round trip that included crossing a major street during rush hour traffic has morphed into a two minute game of tag through our back yard.
Then there's the social aspect. Diva Girl has friends. As in plural. And not just casual, situational acquaintances or girls who she simply thinks are her friends. Real live actual friends. Who invite her to birthday parties, and on play dates, and call her on the phone just to chat. There is something incredibly painful in listening to a couple of eight year olds chat on the phone, especially when you factor in a baby sister screaming for her turn, but the look of joy oh Sabrina's face each time she realizes that the phone is for her is worth my bleeding ears.
And finally, there is the lunchbox issue. Today, Diva Girl took a peanut butter sandwich in her lunch! Peanut butter! To school! I am positively giddy! I know that Melissa Summers has been working hard to show us all that there are many, many exciting alternatives to ye olde PB&J, but when you've spent the last 5 years at a peanut free school, in a daily struggle between what your incredibly picky daughter will eat and what you are allowed to send, the freedom to blow right past the "may contain" warning and into the land of ACTUAL nut products is a luxury that should not be underestimated.
I'm not naive enough to think it's all smooth sailing--the nightly tears over the french homework and the epic weekend meltdowns are certainly enough to keep me grounded in the reality that change--even good change--is hard. But when you've got school buses and friends and peanutbutter to balance things out, it all seems so much more manageable somehow.
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Why was peanut butter not allowed at the old school?
allergies. It's pretty standard here, actually.
I was envious of the French lessons at such a young age. Taking into account where you live though, seems normal?
I'm ready to pack my bags and make the trek north. Now if only I can convince my other half.......
Actually, she's 3 years behind. The old school board didn't start French lessons until 4th grade. This board starts them at grade 1. So Diva Girl is 3 years off from the rest of her class, and while I spent the summer doing the basics with her, it's still an issue.
I am getting really envious of the school bus thing right now, especially when everytime I take Baa to school I have to load and unload, load and unload two, two year olds and an eight month old. Only to do the same at the other end of the day because the school won't let her away from the classroom until I show my face to pick her up!
I'm so glad that the Diva Girl is enjoying her new school. It sounds like a much more supportive environment for her, and I know that's important to you and her. It must be such a relief to have the friend issue resolving itself.
Peanut butter, hallelujah!
Want to move to Canada... French lessons in primary school? If only I can convince my husband to take advantage of his dual citizenship and move North...
That's wierd about the peanuts, though.
yay for PB&J!
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Congratulations to you and Diva Girl. That's good that she is enjoying her new school. It sounds like a much more supportive environment for her.
