The bed we got for Luna is positively INFESTED with children.

The bed we got for Luna is positively INFESTED with children.

We had our very first report card in our house last week. Kindergarten report cards are kind of weird, in that they say things like “Ellie can recognize this range of numbers” or “Ellie shows an interest in story-telling” but those comments are essentially meaningless in terms of actually evaluating your own kid’s performance unless you know what the learning outcomes are supposed to be for this age, which I don’t. I know she’s a smart, capable kid who is doing well in kindergarten with the exception of a few small things, so there wasn’t anything I didn’t expect, and it was really fun to read the report card — but the whole report card thing in general caught me a little by surprise, emotionally, because I swelled a little bit with pride at her accomplishments and her demonstrated enthusiasm for school, and then I got a little teary-eyed when I read the comment at the end that said she is very kind to her classmates and is very helpful to them. It makes me (almost) not care about the other parts. My kid is a nice kid. How wonderful!

Later that day she showed me her new bookmark, which she had earned by writing a book and going down to read it to the ladies in the school office, and I was so proud. I think she has a bit of a creative temperament, though, which I recognize in myself. We’re getting ready to head off on vacation soon, and the other day she looked around the playroom and said wistfully, “Mommy, I’m really going to miss this place.”

And! Speaking of melodrama! I have some sad news about Carol, guys. Well, I suppose it’s technically only sad if you’ve become at all invested in the survival of the bunny that occasionally hangs out next to our neighbour’s house, so this is an update for a niche market, but I am going to post it anyway in case you fit into that very specific demographic. I haven’t seen Carol since I posted about her triumphant reappearance in December. Possibly she has met another bunny and fallen in love and they’ve had a bunch of baby bunnies and are occupied with caring for them and are too tired from getting up in the night to hang out next to my neighbour’s dryer vent (#cherisheverymoment). But … possibly not. And we may never know. This sounds like a good story idea for season 3 of Serial.