Dean completed his first week of "school." Monday was fantastic! He went right in, walked up to a little red-headed boy and stole his pacifier. (Lettin' em know who's boss right off the bat.) He made a craft project with rubber stamps, threw his butter cookie on the floor (when will they learn?) and had a good day. On Wednesday, he cried a little when we turned him over to his teacher, but apparently calmed down as soon as we left. When we picked him up, his teachers commented about what a good eater he is. They also giggled a little at his lunch food. Ya see, Dean doesn't eat like a normal toddler. He doesn't like bread, so sandwiches are out. After thinking and thinking and emailing the likes of my mom and Eva for lunchbox ideas, I went with our safe food: pasta with tomato sauce, string cheese and fruit (nectarines and blueberries to be exact). He apparently attacked his food with vigor and ate every morsel. On Friday, he brought leftover meatloaf and peas and a bowl of canteloupe. The teachers got a BIG giggle out of that one and declared him the best eater in the class.
Friday's drop-off was a scream-fest, not just for Dean, but for 4 other kids. The teachers were still in their morning meeting when we arrived, so we waited in the hall for a few minutes. Dean was all smiles, talking to one of his new friends and such. The minute the door opened, however, a symphony of toddler wails filled the room as, one-by-one, we parents handed our little screaming darlings over to their teachers. Mrs. Debbie, Dean's favorite, said this is normal, especially at the end of the first week. He was still napping when I picked him up Friday afternoon and only started crying when I tried to change his diaper.
So all in all, a good first week. I feel like they are taking excellent care of him, especially when his eczema gets itchy. (We send his anti-itch cream to be applied whenever he gets uncomfortable.) I feel SO STRANGE being home without him, though. It's nice to be able to do some stuff around the house without worrying about waking him up if I make too much noise, but I really miss him when he's not home with me. It will get better, I'm sure, when I go back to work.
Classes start on the 31st for Marcus and me. My syllabus is done and I'm anxious to get started. At last count, I had 96 students registered for my intro to theatre class. (help me...) Did I tell you that last semester, my arts management class made up a drinking game about me? They did it in class, obviously not with alcohol (at least I don't THINK so...), but with their coffee or juice or whatever. A lot of theatres use the term "the human experience" in their mission statements. I started saying it all the time, just to get a laugh. I noticed one day that they all drank when I said it. The next day, they did it again. I asked what was up. My one sweet freshman 'fessed up, " We made up a drinking game about you. Whenever you say "the human experience" or "think outside the box" we drink. If you mention Dean, we drink twice." Very funny, kids. You should have made it whenever I mentioned Lincoln Center, Alabama Shakespeare Festival, said the word "demographic" or got chalk dust on my butt. THAT, my friends, would have given you a good caffeine buzz!
How's YOUR back to schooling going?