Two days of school down and Olivia has announced, “School makes me have to pee!” She said this immediately upon coming into the house after getting off the bus both days of school so far. I ask her if she goes at school and she gives her patented one-shoulder shrug, as if she can’t be bothered to remember if she pees at school or not. She does come home in the pants and underwear she left in so either she’s using the bathroom at school or she’s working out those bladder muscles like crazy.
She’s also declared, “I hate sweaty feet. School gives me sweaty feet.”
To be fair to the dear child, she spent her entire summer in sandals and so her feet were able to breathe. These days, we stuff those poor little tootsies into socks and then into a pair of light-weight Sketchers. Silver with pink and purple accents, don’t you know.
Alas, the lovely silver with pink and purple accents Sketchers don’t make up for the sweatiness of said feet.
Other than those two complaints, she’s doing well. The pictures she’s colored and brought home have more deliberate coloring to them than the ones she brought home in preschool. That’s a nice visual sign of her growing maturity. I have faith that this is the start of what is going to be a great year for Miss O.
A mom, a dad and two daughters. We're living ordinary lives with a twist of 5p- (Cri du Chat) for spice. But we're about so much more than our younger daughter's genetic diagnosis.
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