tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860988420484990939.post-27010909413590146812008-06-17T15:09:00.000-07:002008-06-17T15:50:31.771-07:00A post from workYes, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span> there are probably other things I could be doing right now, I already checked the laundry, folded the laundry, wrote my weekly e-mail (a day late, but hey better late than never) and wrote in a journal so really there's not much else left to do for this last 48 minutes (or so) until I get to go walk/run with Erica...and this time we're getting snow cones darn it!<br /><br />So we are into week three of the transition, the girls are at their new school, Campbell Montessori, and after a bit of tears on both the part of Nora and I everything seems to be settling down. She was expressing some fear "I scared of Campbell" but we could never seem to get out of her what exactly it was she was scared of. My theory is that her teacher for the first two weeks (in the summer, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">montessori</span> teachers work for two week shifts so she didn't have her actual teacher to start off with) was much taller than Sarah or Darla...or Bianca or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Xia</span> for that matter. I'm not that tall so I think maybe that freaked her out a little having a tall teacher, and this woman is pretty tall. Yesterday she started with her real teacher, Mrs. Jordan and when I asked her if she liked her she told me, "She's not a bad teacher"...very diplomatic Nora!<br /><br />Logan on the other hand is loving the new school which is great since she was the one we worried about. She has learned the term "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">stairstep</span> technology"and has made friends with several of the other "older" kids in her class, one girl named Emily she is very fond of (she's seven). They spent two weeks working with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">legos</span>, making letters, houses, their names (or Logan's interpretation) and then a trip to the City Museum where Charles let a child get a bloody nose...great our first field trip and we'll never be allowed to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">chaperone</span> again. Now they are learning about Egypt, and already we are being bombarded with facts! I'm so relieved she is happy and making friends, anxiety seems to have dropped a lot!<br /><br />On my end, I am still adjusting to the changes, my hours have switched twice from 7-3 to 6:30-2:30...the ride in is still too quiet though my latest addiction to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Mamma</span> Mia has helped some as I have been belting out ABBA on my way in. Charles is doing drop off now so his hours are now 9-5:30, that is REALLY strange to not have him home until late...well, late for me. Our Friday swimming and pizza night is all messed up now, we can't just go swim as a family in the afternoons now because he doesn't get home until so late but again change happens and I have to deal with it!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860988420484990939-2701090941359014681?l=monkeyroos.blogspot.com'/></div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316500304136455413noreply@blogger.com1