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Ms. Katherine is amazing, but unfortunately I feel like I don't know what Edmund is doing most of the day. This is not because Katherine doesn't let me know. She writes emails and sends pictures like you wouldn't believe. It is simply that I went from knowing everything to knowing very little, and Edmund likes to shrug and say "I don't know," when asked about his day. Fortunately, I've gotten many reports that Edmund is as happy as can be when various parents and friends see him at the other site. He always seems to be having a great time at pick-up, so I can't complain too much.
Edmund and I have also started planning fun, healthy snacks to make at home, since he no longer gets an afternoon snack at school. Edmund is "so hungry" when I arrive at school, and waiting until we get home will just not do. He enjoys sitting on the bench outside the school and snacking. Sometimes he'll have his snack with his old pal, Rita. On Thursd
ay, the two of them were jumping in the monkey grass after snack, and Edmund disturbed a nest of yellow jackets. It was then he had his initiation into the painful world of bee stings. Rita's mom was so helpful getting us something to put on the sting, but Edmund couldn't be calmed. We went to the hospital to see daddy, who gave us some ice, but the screams continued. In fact the screams continued for two hours. Edmund took a small break from his cries to let me know he wanted to read his Babybug magazine. In one story Kim and her bunny, Carrots, make cookies. I suggested we make our own cookies. Guess what? Making cookies is the ultimate bee sting cure, and we haven't heard about the stings since.*Pictures courtesy Ms. Katherine :)
