Kindergarten: Day One

Five loads of laundry Tuesday night, three yesterday, two today. I know, my life is so scintillating. The washer seems to use warm water when set on cold, though, and vice versa. One suspects the inlet hoses were reversed between the source pipes and the machine intakes during installation. One must tactfully suggest this to the resident installer and request a fix. [ETA: Ah. Turns out the cold water intake on the machine was marked with red. I’d have absolutely been with HRH, then, in assuming that was the hot intake. Problem solved.]

I am suffering from the worst allergies I’ve had in ages, which is saying something because I used to get weekly allergy shots to combat them. I know I’m in a new geographic location and every region has its own pollen profile to which one must accustom oneself, but this is awful. I’m not alone, though; it seems to be hitting across the board in southern Quebec. I’ve lost track of how many allergy pills I’ve taken and when, which is not the most ideal of situations. My sinuses and throat are grumpy, grumpy customers, and my temper’s not the best, either.

Speaking of which, I was feeling rather guilty that I had the boy home for all of four days and was already looking forward to school beginning. The prep, the packing, the move, and the unpacking drained me of energy and cope, and the poor kid, who has actually been in a fabulous mood, has been bearing the brunt of it. We’ve had a few I’ll-finish-this-then-play-with-you, Mama-Mama-Mama-Mama, I-TOLD-you-I’d-be-there-when-I-was-finished-you’re-just-making-it-take-longer moments, but both of us have emerged relatively unscathed. We’re in the middle of an honest to goodness heatwave, and the boy inevitably selects the high-heat part of the day for playing outdoors. But the basement is cool, the DVDs are my friend while I finish the last of the unpacking, and we’ve run errands each day as well that get us out of the house.

We asked the delivery guys to leave us one of the appliance boxes. The boy played with one in the backyard all yesterday afternoon. I cut a door and a window for him, and he dragged it under the lilacs behind the play structure and used it as a command module. Eventually it got dragged forward to the end of the slide and he slid into it for a while, crowing with his unique giggle. Hours of amusement in a cardboard box.

Today was Day One of the three-day progressive entry for kindergarten. We packed up all our school supplies in the boy’s new backpack and met his new teacher and a third of his classmates for an hour. Tomorrow he takes the school bus in and I meet him at lunch to take him home, and on Friday I take him in after lunch and he buses back. There are seventeen kids in his class, twelve of them boys. Mrs Lisa, his teacher, said brightly that it was going to be an… active class, and all the parents snickered. He’s already seeing the other boys as his friends, and at least two of them are on his bus, so that will help. (One of these co-bus passengers has his full name, and the other his nickname, so we three mums are already foreseeing a little trio of proper noun terror happening.) It was interesting to watch the small group of boys explore the classroom while the teacher explained some of the routine to us. They were given their choice of four activities, and they all headed for the Lego and cars without hesitation. After fifteen minutes of that, the boy got up and moved to the book corner where he sat down in one of the comfy chairs and opened a book. One by one the other boys followed. After fifteen minutes in the book corner he moved back to the Lego, then to explore the play kitchen area, and he was followed again. He ended up back at the book corner while two boys rummaged through the play kitchen, one boy went to read as well, and one went back to the Lego. It was nice to see that he felt comfortable and confident enough to move on when he felt like it, and not wait for someone else to demonstrate that it was okay. It was also reassuring to see that he was taking his time, too, settling down to involve himself in each activity for a decent block of time instead of running from one to the other. He got to play in the playground afterwards, too, and one of the boys stopped by with his dad on their way down the street, and the boys did a few circuits of the play structure together, and waved and shouted goodbyes when they left in their respective cars. All in all, it was a terrific experience.

I took him to Tim Hortons for lunch as a treat, and we shared a ham and cheese sandwich. He downed his carton of milk in one go. I think I’m going to have to buy a cow. Or perhaps shares in a dairy farm.

The obligatory photos:

That’s a double thumbs up from the kindergartener as we head off.

Tomorrow is Day Two: The Bus Trip To School.

10 thoughts on “Kindergarten: Day One

  1. pasley

    Oh my goodness — what great photos! You can see the pride and the excitement in his face!

    Any weeping yet? And I mean you, not Liam. ;)

    Congratulations Liam!!

    Please give him a hug for me.


  2. Autumn Post author

    No weeping from me yet. I’m too excited. :)

    I do suspect my heart will wrench tomorrow when he gets on the bus and it pulls away, though.

  3. Prospero's Daughter

    Great photos! What a handsome little guy. I got teary looking at them :)

    He’s gotten so big, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen him. Glad to hear the first day went well and looking forward to more updates.

  4. Lu

    You may not be teary, Arin, but I am … god what a mush … my sister took Lily to daycare for the first time on Monday and was so upset she didn’t want to talk about it for fear she’d start crying.

  5. Blade

    It’s funny, I don’t recall bringing in school supplies for kindergarten, other then running shoes just for gym. I know the class was in the 25 students range and got larger as the years progressed. Hope he has fun.

  6. Autumn Post author

    Yeah, Blade; once upon a time school supplied the basics like pencils and crayons and construction paper and glue… now we send it all in with them, plus a school supplies fee to cover the stuff the school *does* supply, like folders and agendas and stuff.

    Ceri: The kindergarten room he’s in is on the shaded side of the school, thank goodness. No a/c, but there are a couple of ceiling fans… which were, of course, broken on day one! The heat wave is supposed to break in a day or so, thank goodness. And I think even the kids somehow know that over-exertion would be bad.


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