Halfway down the Danube

Just another normal day

Actually, it was not another normal day. It was Alan's first day of school today. He's 2.5 years old and will attend the INS Nursery School in the mornings on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

It was so exciting. I almost think it was more exciting for us than for him. Our mornings definitely need to take on some form of routine now. We usually sort of leisurely glide into our days but now we have structure! We have to be at school at nine, that means Alan and I have to be washed, clothed and fed by 8:30! This takes a big chunk of my morning away! I did get to watch Kerry's speech on CNN, though, live, and I liked it. (I wonder whether this will up our search hits...) Then I harrassed Doug about getting registered for his absentee ballot. And then we were off to school, about half an hour early... I'm German, after all.

Alan, he liked the nursery school a lot (he just crawled onto my lap and proudly identified his name on the screen -- the only word he can read. Then he shut the computer down. Good thing I'd just saved this post or I would have lost everything!).

He didn't cry, he didn't fuss, he just thoroughly enjoyed himself. He is a very independent soul. He painted (which he can't do at home, since we don't even own paints), so we got his first real piece of art as well today. He played with sand, water, outside, inside... and he so wants to go back. We're lucky people.

The theory that kindergarten - nursery school - would tire him out was wrong, though. At dinner time, he opened the pepper grinder and added about fifty peppercorns to my until then very yummy dish. Then, he played with the vacuum cleaner, which I actually don't mind since he's also cleaning at the same time. He's quite good at it, normally. Today, though, he had the idea to try out on which body parts the suction would work well. No big disasters ensued, but his chin is all blue and purple now. It looks quite disgusting and he's the walking image of a battered child. It's a good thing that we don't have CPS here!

As a revenge, I took some pictures of him on the toilet -- future blackmail material. Parents have to defend themselves.

Posted by claudia at September 3, 2004 07:36 PM