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New Baby School (NBS?) Day II was even better than Day I. As I discussed at the end of my last entry, yesterday started a little rocky but was reported to be just fine by outside time, and it ended with a happy hello for me and a cheerful "bye bye" for new teachers and friends when I came to pick Penelope up.
This morning, Penelope walked in with me like everything was normal. But as we walked into her classroom and I chatted with her teacher, her face began to crumple, and she looked like she thought she ought to cry as I began to bid her farewell. But it lasted only a second, and then she actually waved and said "bye bye" to me.
I don't think she's ever done that before. She actually never, ever did that at the previous Baby School. More often, she clung to me with monkey legs and scowled as I left. Sometimes, she cried. We all declared months ago that Penelope just wasn't a morning person, and her deep little frowns were kind of amusing. In the afternoons, they were usually playing on the playground when I arrived, and she usually had to be coerced into leaving. As often as not, she had one kind of meltdown or another on the way out to the car.
I wonder if there was some kind of stresser at the previous place that made her seem so ill-tempered when it was coming or going time. I certainly saw her looking happy there, too, like when I arrived in the middle of singing or stories and got to watch for a minute before I was seen. And she always seemed to be having a good time on the playground. And she always answered affirmatively when I asked her if she had a good day and if she liked her friend so-and-so or her teacher Miss such-and-such.
Then again, her two best days in recent memory at the previous Baby School were the last day Ms. Nancy was there before Penelope left, and then Penelope's last day, when she likely was getting copious amounts of extra special attention.
I don't know what I all means, and I don't want to over-think it. It's just been a very pleasant surprise these last two days to see Penelope adjust so easily when I was so scared it was going to be a nightmare.
This afternoon at the NBS, Penelope was again happy to see me, but again not in a "get me the hell out of here" way.
I did see something that made me uneasy: the group one level down from her is in the room next door, and you have to walk through to get to Penelope's class. They normally mix the kids up in the early mornings or late afternoons when one side or the other is reduced, so as to have a smaller staff at less populated times but still maintain the appropriate class sizes. But this afternoon, the teacher on that younger side had NINE children with her, when she's only supposed to have six, or she should have had another teacher. Penelope's teacher just had three. I should have said something to somebody, if only to get someone to relieve her, or even just to make it clear that, hey, I'm paying attention to this stuff. But I didn't. Maybe I will in the morning.
This morning, Penelope walked in with me like everything was normal. But as we walked into her classroom and I chatted with her teacher, her face began to crumple, and she looked like she thought she ought to cry as I began to bid her farewell. But it lasted only a second, and then she actually waved and said "bye bye" to me.
I don't think she's ever done that before. She actually never, ever did that at the previous Baby School. More often, she clung to me with monkey legs and scowled as I left. Sometimes, she cried. We all declared months ago that Penelope just wasn't a morning person, and her deep little frowns were kind of amusing. In the afternoons, they were usually playing on the playground when I arrived, and she usually had to be coerced into leaving. As often as not, she had one kind of meltdown or another on the way out to the car.
I wonder if there was some kind of stresser at the previous place that made her seem so ill-tempered when it was coming or going time. I certainly saw her looking happy there, too, like when I arrived in the middle of singing or stories and got to watch for a minute before I was seen. And she always seemed to be having a good time on the playground. And she always answered affirmatively when I asked her if she had a good day and if she liked her friend so-and-so or her teacher Miss such-and-such.
Then again, her two best days in recent memory at the previous Baby School were the last day Ms. Nancy was there before Penelope left, and then Penelope's last day, when she likely was getting copious amounts of extra special attention.
I don't know what I all means, and I don't want to over-think it. It's just been a very pleasant surprise these last two days to see Penelope adjust so easily when I was so scared it was going to be a nightmare.
This afternoon at the NBS, Penelope was again happy to see me, but again not in a "get me the hell out of here" way.
I did see something that made me uneasy: the group one level down from her is in the room next door, and you have to walk through to get to Penelope's class. They normally mix the kids up in the early mornings or late afternoons when one side or the other is reduced, so as to have a smaller staff at less populated times but still maintain the appropriate class sizes. But this afternoon, the teacher on that younger side had NINE children with her, when she's only supposed to have six, or she should have had another teacher. Penelope's teacher just had three. I should have said something to somebody, if only to get someone to relieve her, or even just to make it clear that, hey, I'm paying attention to this stuff. But I didn't. Maybe I will in the morning.