

Below, Eleanor works on her shapes and gives me the hand.

Oha yo gozaimazu! And so ends the extent of my Japanese. Four months of struggle and I finally have "Oha yo!" (which translates as a polite way to say Good Morning). I realize that my kindergartner Rynn has quite passed my foreign language skills as she giggles at my attempts to speak Japanese. "No, mommy, that's not how you say it." At a birthday party last Saturday for a classmate she thanked the mother in Japanese! The Japanese mother smiled and responded to Rynn and Rynn understood her. I'm so jealous.
Eleanor is thriving at preschool. My only wish was that it was more than two mornings/week. She loves it. They are studying puppets now, and her favorite activity is putting on a puppet show. After making a monkey mask and a cap, my little thespian acted out the old classic CAPS FOR SALE. I don't know what we would have done without preschool for Eleanor this year. Her social energy is endless. Everyday she asks, "Who can come over and play today?."