do them in order. Meh.
See this girl? She looks happy no?
Let's look again.
Sure she looks happy.
BUT! Will it last?? That's the critical question for the ages.
Why?
What are we not telling you about the photos?
dun dun dun.
Well it was the first day of school dontchaknow.
See!
But again you ask yourself, why so ominous freaky flingpoo family. What's the big whoop about school?
Well this wasn't ordinary school. Far from it. It was the first day of a potential lifetime of WWE smackdowns at the fling ranch.
It was the first day of Chinese language school.
School that is conveniently held at 1:30 on Sunday afternoons. Right smack dab in the middle of the day on a blessed weekend. Yep. We will get to that part later.
So here I sit looking at the pictures of that excited (and not so excited) girl, wondering to myself. How long before she hates it? How long before she hates us for making her go?* The blush is already wearing off and we are only in week 4 now. She got a timeout on her way from the car today. But I must say her behavior was pretty dang good after that. Go figure.
In a weird way, I think she is somewhat bored (?). We are doing the simple words and for the most part it seems as though she isn't paying a lick of attention but when her teacher gets in her face she turns to her and hits her with a Wo de mingzi shi "M", said with precision tone and then turns back to her coloring or cookie or whatever. To be a doting mother for a moment, it would seem that she was quite the talk the first day of school due to her "good tone". Of course in my brain that's what I was counting on since she was in China for 3.5 years and only with us 1.5. We were banking on her remembering something in all of this. Anyway, she did well today so the jury is still out. We are keeping our fingers crossed and maybe a little breath holding.
Other interesting notes about school. We are one of only 3 adoptive families in the school. I was quite surprised, and interestingly enough the other two families haven't even said boo to us. Not even one of those I see you I acknowledge your presence but don't approach me nods. Strange.
Both K and are totally being sweated by one of the 4yo girls in our class. I will call her Cynthia. Cynthia is a know-it-all. In my mind her mother mercilessly drills Cynthia with military precision an a daily basis. I say this because Cynthia fairly shouts out her answers when asked and has really, really good posture. Vs my kid who is slouched in her chair telling me in a loud whisper that she is very tired. Cynthia is also completely offended by M's lack of coloring within the lines. It really bugs her. Crazy bugs her. Oh well. Suck it kiddo. heh. The only bright note, is that K and I realized today that Cynthia's mother is feeding her the answers when the teacher asks and she doesn't know it. Score 1 for white bread parents! We don't help, mostly cause we would probably do it wrong ourselves*, and also we take a wee bit of perverse pleasure in watching the teacher spin in the breeze. Is that wrong?
Another observation. What the hell is up with all the F'n cookies and juice? Today's snack. 2 packages of cookies, a tray of brownies and an entire cup of high-test, full rot your teeth strength juice. It is scary. I look at it all and just mumble to myself. Dot, you ain't in Kansas anymore! Wester, suburban, yuppie parents everywhere would have fits were their child to be given this sort of spread for a snack. Which ultimately makes me chuckle...as I pour 3/4 of the juice down the drain add water and give my little one one bing gan for knowing the correct word during class.
So back to the times schedule for this class. Currently 1:30-2:30 every Sunday. Next year if she stays on target 1:30-3:30. Oh heck no I'm not bitter. I am not having an entire running dialog in my brain about how I'm F'd for the next 16 years. newp not me. Sundays are officially screwed for the foreseeable future. And no, I can't let her drive herself when she gets older. She would just go to the mall and lie to me and in my old and dottering state I will suck up her lies and believe them as long as she brought me bing gan.
Here...one more for luck.
Current most favorite word: pai pai shou = clap
* Yeah yeah we shouldn't force her blah, blah, blah. K and I are in agreement on this. It is the single most important thing (in OUR opinion) that will ultimately help her learn and understand her culture. We can give her the ability to communicate easily with other Chinese speaking people. We want her to be able to get first hand explanations on culture and traditions. Not just our white American interpretations of them.
** I'm actually doing quite well in my Kindygarden Chinese classes thank you very much. I know body parts, can count to five and can tell you my name and my age. I can also sing three whole songs in Chinese. Two of which sound suspiciously like Frere Jacque. Go figure.