Let me tell you, I was a bit nervous to find out how we'd been doing.
Ashley's teacher is Mrs. S., and word around the school-yard is that you don't mess around with Mrs. S. Even Scott and I were a little afraid of Mrs. S. at the beginning of the year. She is a no-nonsense elder lady who's been there, done that, and would likely not have much patience for Miss Ashley's shenanigans. And as anyone who is a regular reader of this blog knows, Ashley is full of shenanigans.
Up until the conference, Scott and I hadn't really gotten much feedback on how things were going. Since Ashley had been coming home with glittery paintings instead of cranky notes from the preschool administration (i.e., Mrs. C.), we were operating under the assumption of "no news is good news." And like typical members of Generation X, we were content to just fly under the radar. We didn't need any happy status reports on the awesomeness of our
Yet, still...you get a little nervous before those parent-teacher conferences.
Don't get me wrong, we think Ashley's a great kid. But really, she's never been away from us except for a short stint in daycare the first year of her life. It's weird to send her off to this little school all by herself three days a week where we have no idea what she does. I mean, we know she paints and sings songs and learns her letters, but we're not there - we don't know for sure how she interacts with the other kids, how she carries herself, how she reacts to something new, etc., when we're not around. She's just off living the independent little life of a four-year old, while we sit at home hoping that we've appropriately prepared her for what life might throw at her. Granted, life's probably not going to throw her too many humdingers at this age, but worrying is a motherly instinct that cannot be tamed.
Anyhoo, there was nothing for us to worry about. Apparently Mrs. S. gets a kick out of Miss Ashley, shenanigans included. She told us that Ashley was bright and fun and a friend to everyone, which made me smile. Although truth be told, I smiled more when Mrs. S. told us that every time she tells the kids it's time to clean up, Ashley announces that she all of a sudden needs to use the bathroom. Ha! She's such a smart little cookie, albeit a touch lazy. And no, I have no idea where she gets that from, why would you ask me that?
We also had nice reassuring news with respect to the boys - while we were talking with Mrs. S., all three of our kids went to hang out in the "play area", which was supervised by a couple other teachers. We walked in after the conference to pick them up, and these ladies were going nutzoid over Aidan and Owen - they exclaimed that they were super smart and I think I replied "Really??" Because really, I found that quite surprising. No offense, Aidan and Owen, if you read this someday - love you bunches.
Anyways, the fact that they know their colors and their numbers and their letters, and that Aidan is drawing faces that include ears and eyebrows is a BIG DEAL. I thought the eyebrow thing was a little creepy, but apparently it's not creepy - in fact, it's smart. So phew on that. They reassured me about their speech too, and didn't seem to think they were out of the norm for their age group, particularly considering that they're boys and twins - so that was quite reassuring, too.
So yay! Ashley, Aidan and Owen are all little smarties. I thought this meant maybe Scott and I could start to slack off a little, but apparently they do these