On Pre-School

I took off today to take care of some personal business.   Since I had some time, I set up a couple of appointments at pre-schools.  Now that we've seen two very different schools, with different policies, beliefs, curricula, and teachers, we have to make the decision on which one (or type) we'd like to go with.  Although I know that in the long run it probably doesn't matter which pre-school Leah goes to, the decision on which one we will send her to is sure to keep me up for the next 3-4 weeks. 

If there is anyone out there who has something to add to this, I welcome your feedback.  How did you choose pre-school for your child(ren)?  What were the most important qualities you looked for in a school?  What turned you off to a school?  What ultimately sealed the deal? 

My Kid is Cute

Here's Leah all ready for school.  She loves the word school, even though technically she's going to in-home daycare.  She likes to get her backpack on and her lunch box packed and she'll even pose for a pre-school pic.  Greg took this and sent it to me at work today and I just about died from the cuteness.

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Mrs. Grieco-School Nurse

My mom worked as a school nurse before she died.

And she was very well loved.

The line at her wake never slowed down; the people kept coming.

Current students, past students, co workers.

Everyone loved Pat.

This page is from the 2007-2008 school yearbook.

I want to cram so much into this website.  So that it's all there, all out there for everyone to see.  For those who knew her to remember.  For those who never met her to learn what she was like.  I love reading the dedication page in this yearbook.  Knowing that she touched other's lives like she touched ours.  We miss you, mom.  Life is not the same since you left it.

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Mommy Guilt

I've been experiencing some big-time mommy guilt.

It's hard to leave this face every morning.

Greg's been working long hours and I've been parenting solo on many days and I feel like all I'm doing is rushing to get Leah dressed and to school in the morning and then fed and in bed at night. 

And I'm missing everything in between.

It's killing me.

If you happen to pass me in the car while I'm on my commute, you may see me crying. 

Please just ignore.

I know that I signed up for this.  The day we bought this house, and our cars, and, essentially our lifestyle, I signed up for working full time in order to be able to support my family.

It just kills me some days.  I never thought that I could love something as much as I love Leah.

And I want to do so many things with her but have so little time.

And on some days I have a lot of trouble dealing with it.

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School

Greg and I have been thinking about Leah's education lately. 

Not her college education.  She's going to BU in the Fall of 2026 and that's already decided, settled, and partially (very partially) funded.

No, we are talking about Pre-School. 

It should come as no surprise that Leah is a spirited child.  She likes to run and jump and skip and play.  And she's active and opinionated and likes what she likes.  One could mistaken her strong personality for being spoiled, but I tend to think she gets bored easily and needs to be kept busy and occupied.

We are hoping that she'll be in full time day care very soon.  And then, in September, I'd like to get her into a morning pre-school program a couple of days a week.  I think I started pre-school at around her age, as there are pictures of me "graduating" from somewhere when I'm two and a half.  I guess I should start calling up local places and find out if they offer morning classes.  And then I guess I should start picking up a graveyard shift, as I hear pre-school is quite expensive.  I assume we'll need to go and visit places and sit in little chairs and speak with people and ask certain questions.  I've never been through having to interview and check out facilities, so I'm not sure what to look for.

I guess we'll wing it.

In case you haven't figured it out yet, we wing it a lot of times. 

Wonder what that diploma said. 

"Dana can now eat a cookie with barely any drool--PASS!"

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