Kindergarten Eve

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 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.