School started for real today. Elizabeth was very excited but worried about leaving mommy behind.
We opted not to send her on the school bus in the morning. We had visions of her refusing to stay seated and crying all the way there; which wasn't how we wanted the first bus ride to go. Besides I wanted to meet the teacher and see her classroom!
I was dismayed to find out that she not only wasn't in the same classroom as the Je d'école program, but most of her classmates aren't in her new classroom either! Only a third of the class was invited to this first day as this week is phasing in the kindergarden students. So Elizabeth was there with only four other kids! I guess her overall class is somewhere between 15 and 20 students. She has two teachers - Mme Francine (the "real" teacher) and Mme Josée (the early childhood educator). She didn't particularly want me to leave. Even the appeal of crafts and playing with some rather cool new toys didn't make up for not being able to keep her mommy close beside her.
In the afternoon she took the bus home. The whole family came to the bus stop. Brendan insisted we go twenty minutes early. Boy are there a LOT of school buses that come down our street in the afternoons. Very few drivers seem to understand they should stop when the bus stops! That's a bit scary.
Brendan brought his camera in order to record the moment, but when Elizabeth actually arrived he was too overcome to do anything but give hugs :) Elizabeth is SO proud of having taken the school bus all by herself. It's by far her favourite part.
We checked out the The Adventures of MR. POTATO HEAD at the Children's Museum today.
Aside from randomly having potato head figures on display, I didn't quite understand the connection between Mr Potato Head and the various components such as the archeology dig that occupied Elizabeth for nearly 45 minutes moving "rocks" up and down the conveyor belt. The actual exhibit is pretty cool. Not sure about the branded stuff.
Elizabeth interacted with the museum staff entirely in French. Even when one spoke to her in English!
In the theatre, Elizabeth told me quite seriously that she wanted to work the lights and sounds. "Not everyone needs to be on stage, Mommy" she said. "Someone has to be the person making the dragons come to eat us."
We went to Little Ray's Reptile Zoo with Dianne, David, Aidan and Caitlin. Daddy had to stay home to work.
I knew they had amphibians too, but I didn't know about the birds or mammals (time for a new name?). Apparently 80% of their collection consists of rescues. I still find it amazing that folks think an alligator is going to make a good pet!
Loved the snake named Jay (name written on his scales) - so pretty. Elizabeth refused to touch the spider but now wants one for a pet, provided she can have a smaller one. I told her they are too messy...
Afterwards, David and Dianne treated us to McDonald's. Elizabeth has a love/hate relationship with the tunnels in the play place. She clearly wanted to follow Aidan and Caitlin who were climbing all over but any time I talked her around a bend in the tunnel she panicked and let out great screeches. The echo made everything seem even more frightening but with a lot of coaxing (try touching the green tunnel segment.. now the blue), a lot of promising not to move one single step AND company in the form of Dianne she finally went in one entrance and out another. I should have taken a picture of the sign that read: "this structure accepts a maximum of children" (they didn't fill out the number)!
In the evening Uncle Murray, Aunt Judy and cousin Lauren came to visit us. Lauren was on her way up North to Pangnirtung to visit Auntie Mary and looking forward to her first flights! Elizabeth wished they could stay longer but was mollified with a strategic kinder-egg.
Auntie Heather got Dave a hilariously appropriate selection of hot sauces for his birthday this year. I took Elizabeth and Matthew to the park to burn off some energy before inflicting them on Uncle Dave.
Dave used my paternal grandmother's special Angel Food cake knife to cut the cake - possibly for the first time ever...