Every parent wants to go to school to pick up his/her kid, and just have it be easy. "Mrs.Hilbrant, you have the most delightful, smartest kids-- I just enjoy them so much" I live in reality. They are the greatest kids in the world to me, but none of them is easy. Ian was born with my anxiety issues, possibly even more so. The girls don't stand a chance of easy, as they are always together. They never get to experience life as a singleton. This means that they always have that special someone to fight with in their class, or that familiar face to clown around with.
Holly has been struggling with being about one developmental stage behind the others her whole life. The last to breathe on her own, the last to roll, walk, talk, and potty train. She is still well within the normal ange, but usually a month or so behind the sisters. Here we are 1/2 way through the year, and Holly has decided to be that kid that cries when she goes to school, or church. She spent the whole day at preschool on the floor refusing to participate.
Ella and Jilly have decided to be just like Dad and become the class clowns. They aparently feed off of each other, and goof off a lot lately. This is new too. Ella has always been the goody two shoes of the class-- Jill is rubbing off, demonstrating that nothing really happens when you mess around. They will be in separate classes next year. The problem lies in where to put Holly. She has to be with one of them, but which one? How do I know what they will be like next September? Nothing like stabbing in th dark.
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