i also just finished my danish homework (and was good about doing my homework in high school). i did not however finish my words for today, so i've lost some ground, but still have an 890 word buffer. instead of writing (or doing my homework), i spent my last half hour before picking up the guys, straightening up and vacuuming the house, because our landlord, whom we've never met, was coming by this evening. he lives in portugal and this was his first time back in denmark since we've lived in his house. but he didn't show up. he later called and said he was 'up north' and didn't have our number... so he's coming tomorrow instead. but i can't say i'm going to vacuum two days in a row, though it will probably need it again by then.
william spent much of the evening on the couch, complaining that his head hurt (the outside of it, not the inside, he said). a week ago, i asked a teacher at his school, "what does that sign on the door mean? 'lus! lus! lus!" "lice," she said. so, with william's clever idea to take apart his bug catcher (it has a magnifying glass on it), and a miniature bike light, i combed through his hair looking for lice or their eggs... fortunately (at least, i think), i didn't find anything. he went to bed early. hopefully he will wake up a healthy boy... especially because tomorrow (for a reason unknown to me) the kids have to bring a lunch from home. i think he will really like this, and, if i read the sign correctly, it only happens (thankfully) two times a year. we used to pack a lunch for him everyday at his preschool in wisconsin and it was fine... just added to the long list of "things which made it challenging to get out the door in a timely fashion." now that it's not on our (still in existence) list anymore (save for two times a year), i don't miss it... i would, if they were getting cheap, unhealthy meals, like in a school cafeteria, but they're not. i do wonder about the times william tells me they had sugar for lunch, but i think... i think... he's just pulling my leg.
and the littlest one, you ask? full of energy and imagination tonight... i might say, the usual...
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In France (at least outside of Paris) they post menus for the week outside the school gates. Either that, or they're describing a series of gourmet experiences the teachers would like to have. It's worth going to France just to look at those school menus. Incredible. In Italy, the preschool teachers come out to discuss the tiny tots' bowl movements for the day with anxious parents (BTW, I strongly recommend Tim Parks "An Italian Education" -- a book on raising kids in a country that's not your own. I love his insights there! Though maybe I've recommended that before as I sometimes forget these things...). Do they communicate with parents in any way in Denmark? Newsletters? Emails? Just curious.
Henry looks like he's going to do a back dive into the pillows!?! Is this the next phase for the little guy who always wants to be at the highest point possible? I guess I get to find out one month from today - I can't wait! Kathy
Hi Nina,
You haven't recommended the book yet-- so thank you for the recommendation! They communicate with us in about the same way William's school did back in the U.S... obviously informally, in person, if something happened or if there's anything they want to share, then monthly newsletters... only of course, here they are in Danish, so it's a bit more like a homework exercise trying to read them. For Henry-- they tell me when he napped-- but not when he pooped! But I know they do that in many U.S. daycares.
Hi Kathy,
If he knew what a backflip was, he would try to do one. Now, he only jumps forward... more like a fall, off the ottoman... which he thinks is great fun (cushion or no cushion to break his fall).
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