It is the eve of Abby's first day of Kindergarten and I am worrying. I don't feel like I'm worrying about what "normal" people worry about--I really liked school as a kid and it has lots of good memories--I don't think that I'll feel sad about her going. Abby is also very outgoing, so she will be fine and I don't think that she'll be sad about leaving us. I am worrying about her lunch, specifically if we packed enough*. For a girl of her size, she can really eat a lot.
I also worry that I haven't explained things well enough, like the concept of the cafeteria and how to open her applesauce or not to squeeze her juice box.
I also worry that I haven't explained things well enough, like the concept of the cafeteria and how to open her applesauce or not to squeeze her juice box.I don't really remember the first day of kindergarten. I remember kindergarten well, just not the first day. I know I wore a red dress with smocking and white puffed sleeves, but that's from seeing pictures. I remember the first day of first grade better. My mom put a note** in my lunchbox and also a plastic Monchichi toy. Does anyone but me remember the Monchichi? I can still remember their little song...
I made Abby's Schultüte yesterday and It worked out very well. Here's a picture of everything that I put inside. The Milka bar is a nod to the German origin***.
I'm really excited to give it to her tomorrow morning and I think that it might be as big as the traditional German ones. You can't fit that much stuff in a cone shaped vessel, so you do need to make them big.I'm making sausage, egg and cheese breakfast biscuits for tomorrow morning and I want to cook the sausage tonight.
I wish a good first day to any of you who are started back to school soon.
*If your wondering about her lunch, she's bringing a ham & cheese sandwich (yes, this is the same girl that I said didn't like sandwiches--I don't know what's up with that), applesauce, a pickle, two tiny chocolate donuts and orange juice in a box.
**I did put a note in Abby's lunchbox, after verifying that she could read "I love you," but omitted anything like the Monchichi, as I can see that causing problems.
***As a total side note, when I lived in Berlin, I had an American friend who earned the nickname "Milka," as he was just a little too fond of the candy bars.





