We’ve all survived the first full week of school.  Laundry is going.  Logan is bored.  John is loading the truck to go to the dump.  John’s started his birthday weekend projects by making an Indian mango pickle which will be too spicy for anyone but him to eat and playing on line chess with Mike.  He slept in until after six too, which is much better than the weekday wake up time.  All in all its a decent start to the weekend.

Logan’s class has started working on lower case letters this week.  They are choosing words to write in lower case from a few suggested by their teacher.  Out of “cat” “castle” or “cab”.  (Logan’s been telling me “taxi” until today — “cab” makes much more sense!)  Logan chose cat because she could already spell it, but told me that only the letter “c” was the same as the capital.  I haven’t seen the written word yet.  She’s very pleased to be working with lower case letters.   They’ve also started their handwork and Spanish classes already.   Their first games class was a bear hunt outside with Mrs Schwanekamp, who will also be the gardening person I believe, when the get to gardening later on.

At recess rather than second grade playing only by themselves they get to play with both third and fourth grades, at least at lunch time.  The one day I was there it seemed to work very well.  The two groups mingled in places and kept seperate in others.  Some of the classes have an uneven ration of boys and girls, and letting them all mix together balances it out.   Logan has friends in several older and younger grades, so she’s happy to mix with all of them.  She’s making more friends in her own class this year as well, which I’m pleased about.   I keep trying to stop at the first grade room at pick up time instead of going to the Grade Two room.  I wish the doors were labeled — I should ask about that again.  I guess parents are just supposed to learn.  It is only the first week.  I’m entertained as I sit in the community room to watch the new first graders who used to be Rose Kindergartners start to head to the kindergarten on their way back from the bathroom, and then make a U-Turn to go upstairs instead.  They are all so obviously filled with pride at being in Grade One doing important school work at desks now.  I want to peek in at the door and watch them.  Grade Two is more blase.  Still cute, but less overflowing with pride.  Or perhaps less obviously.
The Eugene Waldorf School had a float in the Eugene Celebration Parade today.  I helped periferally with ideas for it and writing parts of a “please go participate” note that went out to the school.  We opted to stay home so John could do things for his birthday rather than try to go to the parade.  I’m wondering how it went and how the float turned out though.  No pictures have shown up on line yet.

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