Katherine started in her new pre-school yesterday. Margie dropped her off, and I picked her up.
Coming in mid-year isn’t a big deal for the kids (there’s a certain amount of churn, especially in pre-school, and they’re all young enough that the cliques haven’t formed as yet), but it’s a big deal for the parents. We not only have all the classroom procs to learn from scratch (snack days, etc.), but we’re inundated with the first semester’s materials from the speech therapist. Lots of good stuff there (and an inventation as to how much more we want to get each week), so we can start doing some stuff at home to work on Katherine’s issues.
(The speech therapist was really impressed by how good her counting skills were for her age, which, she said, is great, because there’s lots of games and stuff that use counting for repetition of sounds.)
Anyway, Katherine seemed to have a great time, and the teacher and TA said she had done really well integrating into the class. She was really tired, though, and crashed that evening without any difficulty.