Yesterday I picked Beth and a couple other kids up from school and we headed to a school skating party. Dora was hoping to be completing her first afternoon at school, but it didn’t happen. (See links below for previous installments on this story.) We hadn’t heard back from the principal in time for Dora to attend school yesterday. However, I had an email waiting for me when we returned home last night … Dora will start next Monday and attend for half days for as long as necessary, as determined by me and by her teacher. She won’t start this week because the teacher is going to be in and out of her classroom attending meetings, and there will be intermittent substitutes. Starting next Monday the teacher will be available every day. And so Monday we will start. Dora is quite excited.


Dora had a great day yesterday, and a good one the day before. She did her chores and did them well. She volunteered to empty the dishwasher and managed to put everything in its correct place! (Read: NO GAMES!) She handled herself quite well at the school skating party, notwithstanding the fact that she was struggling on skates and it was hard for her to watch Beth and me whizzing around the rink. She fell on her elbow and sat out nursing her wounds for awhile; I sat down next to her and showed her my bruised knee that resulted when a kid cut me off and down I went. Eventually she headed back out onto the floor. The school has skating parties about 5 times through the year, so she will have other opportunities to practice.


After the skating party we headed to a pizza joint where Beth had been invited to a birthday party for one of her classmates. Most of the kids came directly from the skating party. The hostess was gracious enough to include Dora in the festivities. Dora stuck close to Beth, but handled herself well. She was a bit disappointed there was not an extra goodie bag, but then the hostess gave her a couple of extra items. Dora and I talked about how she was an unexpected guest and how she should be grateful she was able to attend and receive any gifts at all. She understood and as I mentioned … she handled it well. I was proud of her.


It was late when we arrived home and the girls quickly prepared for bed. Beth was a bit moody … hormones are really kicking in. I can’t keep up with what is what with her much of the time these days.


And so it goes another day …

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