We love the school. We love the curriculum, the teachers and the families. We knew it would be a great fit from the first week.
I was worried though. I was worried about the change and how it would effect her, which was silly because I was the one who cried on her last day of school at her old daycare, not Grace. I tried writing about a fantastic party the school held in honor of the end of summer West African Yam Festival, but Clare threw up all over me after eating about 1lb of rice, and I didn't feel much like talking about it.
So one of the things that we love about the school is that they spend A LOT of time outdoors. The kids eat lunch outdoors whenever possible, they do yard work (raking leaves, pine needles and gathering branches), they garden (planting, watering, harvesting and spreading hay), they being afternoon recess at 3pm and stay outdoors until pickup and they care for their chickens.
Yeah, you heard me, they have chickens. Some of the (even more liberal than us) parents seem to raised concerns that the chickens being kept in the coop over weekends was cruel, so beginning last weekend families were asked to sign up for a weekend day to care for the birds.
We, of course, were the first family to enroll.
|The coop, will there be eggs?|
Of course not.
|Release of the birds. I only stayed in the pen for 30 seconds after that.|
|If your on chicken duty you have to feed them, right? |
Luckily we'd been saving egg shells and strawberry tops for a week.
|Clare under the impression that the little beasties wanted to play with her instead of peck her. |
Thank goodness for the upgrade of two layers of chicken wire.