Today was M2′s First Day of Kindergarten. She survived. She even had fun. She, of course, told Gramma & Grampa *much* more about her day than she told us. In a round about way I found out that one of the boys at her table “touched” her. Depending on the telling, he either tickled her arm pit, hit her, or pinched her really hard. Eventually she admitted that she didn’t really remember quite what he did but the teacher told him and the other little boy at her table (the two little boys were also apparently “touching” each other, poking? tickling? just being silly boys, I bet) that it was time to stop touching other people. She also said right at bed time with *great* excitement that there was a little boy that got hit in the face with a soccer ball and the teacher had to go get ice for his face. She colored a picture, and played drums, and played a game where they danced until the music stopped and then they had to freeze & she & her friends won. All of this was picked up kind of by the way as any direct questions were met with, “Um, I don’t really remember. I don’t know…”
My parents stopped by to bring up the last of the stuff from my grandparents’ place for us. M2 told them all kinds of things (like the above). We got the potbelly stove (a*freaking*dorable). The mirror. Two big trunks. The sewing table. The sewing table came with a bonus special treat. There was an antique sewing machine inside it. It’s beautiful. My dad said he’d help me fix the electrical cord so it’s safe/r to use. They just don’t make stuff like that anymore. The detail work on both the sewing machine & the stove are just beautiful.
