A few weeks ago, we got an official-looking form from preschool about Maggie. But don’t worry- it was all good stuff.
DO YOU SEE WHAT IT SAYS THERE??? “Maggie is ready for kindergarten!”
This baby, you guys. This baby is ready for PUBLIC SCHOOL AND STUFF.
It cannot be so. And yet… it is.
Not that we doubted it at all, of course. But you know, it’s nice to hear it from someone who is a little more objective than the woman who birthed her from her loins, right?
There were all sorts of notes on the assessment, about how she can count to 30 (she can actually count to 100 and sometimes 200 which is REALLY FUN TO LISTEN TO IN THE CAR AT FULL VOLUME. [Actually it is. I'm so proud of her.]) and that she’s starting to be able to read. She can tell you her address and phone number and she understands where we are in relation to the rest of the world- countries and continents, that kind of stuff. It’s funny because these are all things I never really thought about a kindergartner needing to know about The World, but thankfully in our regular conversations and in the course of her asking ten thousand questions every thirty seconds, they’ve come up. And now she knows things.
Next week we have our first Kindergarten Orientation Preview Thing where they give us a tour of the school, tell us some important things about registration in April, etc etc. She is SO. EXCITED. She asks me just about every day when it’s going to be here, and if she’s going to find out who her teacher will be.
We are excited, and a little proud. I mean- it’s just KINDERGARTEN, I KNOW. They let kids in who eat the paste. But still. I’m proud of US for managing to keep her alive and well for almost 5 years.
And I’m proud of her for being so ridiculously awesome.