Yesterday was Peach's first day at the much-heralded
Groovy Granola Montessori School, and if her SPRINT into the classroom at drop-off and her "I can't wait until tomorrow chant" on the way home are any indication, it was a great success. Her teacher called last night to say she fit right in, like she'd been there forever, and that she was a great addition to "the community." And my feeble attempt at emulating
this gal, albeit with a
lacto-ovo vegetarian bent, was well-received by Peach and her lunch buddy for the day, with whom she shared some watermelon balls and cashews. Someday I may get brave enough to post a picture of the day's offering, however, I'm sure I'll never measure up to the original. We do have the cute
bento box though. So there's that.
Already, the enormous differences between GGMS and Peach's precious preschool are very apparent. Last year, they had chapel once a week, we had the option of ordering take-out pizza or sandwiches for lunch 4 days a week (we chose Wednesday), and she was learning along side the children of some local
glitterati. This year, they have group singing and movement once a week, there is a strict no-waste lunch policy, thus pre-packaged foods and non-reusable containers are forbidden, and her teacher will be out a few days next week because her dance troupe is performing at
Burning Man. Opposite ends of the spectrum, but both lovely, loving places. We are thrilled with Peach's success so far and are eager to see how she blossoms in this new environment. Man.
In other GREAT news,
Karla May's surgery yesterday was a success, with no trace of cancer in the mass they removed from her belly. I'll let her fill you in on the details, but she looked pretty good when I went to spend the night with her at the hospital last night. Pretty good for having been gutted a few hours earlier. I told her they should have taken her appendix and gall bladder while they were in there, just to save time (her tonsils are already gone). She fought hard not to cough or laugh, and she made a valiant attempt to watch Project Runway for the first time, but the drugs got the better of her. She may be layed up there for about a week, but head over to her blog and leave her some good wishes to read when she gets home.
