And here's an old photo of Estelle doing the same thing at 5 months and Léna is just 4 months. Hmm, sisters perhaps?
Go away Paparazzi!
Today at 8:45 a.m., walking along the tram way to school after leaving Léna with Cathy for the first time. VERY excited. Announced to several complete strangers on the street along the way the following: "Moi je vais à l'ècole" = I'm going to school (and) "Moi j'ai mon sac à dos" = I have my backpack on. This was repeated many many times. Old grannies found it adorable. Young professionals lit their cigarettes and smiled out of duty.
In front of the school.
In the "classroom". This is not her desk, she doesn't have one but just where she sat when she walked in momentarily.
It was, I guess, fine. Who really knows since we got the boot after 20 minutes and when we picked them up later all I got was "she was fine". No welcome, no introduction, no "I'm the teacher and my name is.......". no letter in the mail sent home telling parents what to expect, not a single thing with her name on it like a coat hook, nada. The only thing I got handed was a federal flyer about swine flu. Um, thanks. I knew school started today because I walked by the school and saw something stuck up in the display window outside the size of an index card that said "9-12, Friday." So I made all kinds of arrangements for someone to watch Lena at 12 so I could go get Estelle, only to be told at 9:30 this morning that I was to come at 11:30 and get her, pronto. Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore. I'm trying to remain open-minded. Or.....something.Meanwhile, Estelle enjoys reading music and perfecting her skills at amazing flexibility.
