Mud and chaos: field trippin’

My dearest Ri,

You wont remember much about this, your first official field trip.  I’ll remember, though, because this is my fourth “first field trip,” as I’ve gone with Rico, Chi, and Ya in years past.  Interestingly enough, I accompanied Ya on his trip with Victory to this very same location five years ago.  Nothing has changed!

Your class dynamic is quite interesting.  There are the two students who still miss the comfort and security of their first caregivers, and so they mourn the change that this new school has brought.  There are the students who completed summer session and have become professionals at navigating the learning environment.  These kids seem to know all the answers, sit “criss cross apple sauce” with ease, and speak with eloquence beyond their two or so years.  And then there are the students like you.  Your speech is still developing and your conversation – though steadily and quickly expanding – is still unclear.  You love the activities and the inclusion in this little people haven, but you’ve not quite gotten into “student mode.”  And you’re excited to be a part of something beyond our family.IMG5375 copy

 (performing “I’m a Little Tea Pot” with Ayden)IMG5366 copy

(Good morning, RiAnne. Can you jump, can you dance, can you wiggle?)

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(Who wants to do their colors?)

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Rain canceled the initial date to the Burke Nursery, and the rescheduled day met us with residual mud and puddles.  You rode with your class on the bus, while Mommy followed in the school’s van.  The trip was chaos.  Despite the messy grounds, field trippers and stay-at-home kids clambered about in large, disorganized groups.  Each child flitted about, with some harried attendant racing to catch up and monitor the wayward explorations.  And there was so much to explore!IMG5473 copy

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IMG_5530 copyWhen finally it was time to leave, you carefully selected a pumpkin (which you call a poonkah), and joined your classmates on the bus. You weren’t at all concerned about me leaving you. Independence, it seems, has set in strong.

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