Speaking of school:
Last Friday I went to get Estelle at school at the end of the day alone - it was raining so a neighbor ("French Grammie" - resemblance to my late grandmother) offered to watch Léna so I could fetch Estelle unencumbered.
This meant less rushing and harriedness for me at the school, and so I lingered to be one of the last parents in line (you wait in a line and your child is sent out of the room to you, you can not enter the room) in the hopes of having an exchange with her teacher that would last more than 3 seconds.
My plan worked and thus I was able to engage in a brief chat with Estelle's teacher, who didn't offer any comments about Estelle in the classroom, but simply stuck an mp3 player in my hand and headphones. I was treated to a recording of Estelle re-telling a story whilst looking at a picture book they had read earlier with the whole class.
Then the teacher let Estelle borrow the book for the weekend. We were treated to MANY recountings of the story in 48 hours. Here is a LONG one. Really if you can't understand French it will be boring probably (Thomas says I should change "probably" to "most certainly"), but the word "loup" (pronounced "lou") is the word for Wolf. Over and over and over.
And here's Ms. Roly-Poly with her squawking cube from Paul/Lesley/Chelsea/Lauren which is her favorite toy at the moment:
