The Queen's Rambles

We had a preschool field trip at a pumpkin patch/farm today. I was sure we would be totally late, but we were the third car to arrive. Erik and some of his buddies spent a good half hour flying off the haystack, nearly killing each other. You should see the bruises on his legs. Basically, the lower half of his legs are black with a few specks of pale Viking flesh.

It was really funny to watch how the boys and girls approached the hay stack. The boys generally flew off with big smiles on their faces. The girls generally slid down or just stood on the stack and did nothing. There was one girl who joined the boys, but overall I was getting a good giggle out of gender stereotypes being played out right before my eyes.

I guess it wasn’t really giggle worthy, but after getting a smack down a few months ago from the bitch quilting mod about my pink baby quilt (which the mother claims to love, btw) I enjoy seeing the stereotypes play out. Silly, I know.

I am beginning to question whether this is the right school, or at least the right teacher for Erik. When his teacher finally arrived she came around and gave the parents all a note but I didn’t hear her greet a single child. Erik was trying to talk to her, but she totally ignored him. I was shocked and pretty pissed.

A couple of the teachers interacted with the kids during the trip, but most of them stood huddled away from the parents and kids and didn’t participate in anything. It made me wonder why they bothered to organize a trip. I could go to the pumpkin patch on my own and have the same experience.

She did tell Erik bye when we left, but it was not very enthusiastic. I’m not sure if she was like that with all the kids or just Erik. I’ve gotten the idea that Erik is not her favorite student. That’s ok, I guess. I just don’t want him to have a teacher that hates him. I know he is a handful, but he is not mean and he generally does listen and comply once he knows he’s pushed things to the limit. But yeah, he will push it to the very edge. And he’s wiggly and he talks a lot and he thinks he knows everything. He’s a very typical preschooler, but maybe something about him just rubs her the wrong way. I wouldn’t expect him to be the teacher’s pet. I know him too well for that, but it does worry a mommy’s heart when she thinks the teacher doesn’t like her kid.

I’m not really sure she likes any of the kids, though. She always seems frazzled and tired. Hell, I would be tired too after teaching a class of 8 boys and 3 girls for a few hours. Thus, I am not a preschool teacher. I am sort of wondering if she has something else going on in her life right now that it making it hard for her to be the best teacher she can be. At the moment I am not impressed, though I shouldn’t really make that judgement. I haven’t seen her in action in the classroom, but if today’s behavior at the farm was any indication she is not a fan of children. I found it so bizarre that she didn’t greet the kids.

I don’t want to be stewing and fretting about this the rest of the year. Maybe I should call and see if they need volunteers and try to get into the classroom to observe what’s really going on.

In other news, I got the test results back from the nuchal scan. Everything is normal! They aren’t recommending an amnio or CVS, though I am welcome to have either procedure done if I want. I don’t want. I haven’t even been thinking about the test since I was so sure it would be fine, but it was nice to get the results and hear they are ok. This pregnancy is so different. With Erik I just knew something terrible was going to be happen, but with this one I am totally calm and just assume everything will be ok since I already had one normal baby. I know that isn’t very logical, but it is nice not to be worried 24/7. Now, if I could just get rid of the pukies. I had to run out of Zumba class today because I was overheated and the motion was making me ill. I didn’t throw up, but came awfully close!

And with that, I’m going to go brush my teeth, which will inevitably lead to another fun “session.”