Kindergarten has been going well. Very well, actually. Eve is generally excited to get there in the mornings, and then pleasantly ready to go home again in the afternoons. She's learning all kinds of things that it wouldn't have occurred to me to teach her. She comes home talking about Creation and the attributes of God. She has friends, she has a good relationship with her teacher, she eagerly tackles her minimal "homework" on weekends and self-corrects it. Her teachers report that she is doing well and behaving well.
The only blot on this lovely scene is the epic fit that she throws in the car five minutes after I pick her up from school. Usually she picks a fight with Isaiah in some way, and nothing I say or do (either pre-emptively or after the fact) seems to be able to divert it. Screaming, thrashing, kicking the back of my seat, punching her brother, completely out-of-control behavior for a few minutes, followed by a few minutes of sulking, and then... she's fine, as if none of it ever happened. My feeling is that it's a transition issue combined with having to be on good behavior for 8 hours followed by the release of being around "safe" people, but regardless of how excusable it is, it's horrible!
Her worst fit yet was yesterday afternoon, shortly after she received this small award at school:
The irony, it just slays me.
Sweet peas? In October? Yes, if you get them planted as late as I did. *blush*
Eve wanted to go to the beach. This lakeshore was the best we could do on short notice.
The light shining through the interior of this golden raspberry makes me think of geodes.
A different kind of bouquet from the garden.
I planted this pineapple sage for the scent of its leaves. I had no idea it would produce such glorious blossoms!
Samuel and his little bear.
Eve in her poodle skirt, ready for her school's Sock Hop.
Morning dew on a pansy.
