Firsts

Imogen started kindergarten today. She had all sorts of fun. She's there from 8 till 3:30. Seven and a half hours a day (for those not mathematically inclined). I've never been away from her like this. I've been away from her for two weeks in a row but it was temporary. Last year each day felt kind of short. I dropped her off at 8 and by the time I made a stop or two on the way home, it was 10 and an hour and a half later I got Genevieve dressed again to go pick Imogen up. Each day seemed short. Today at 9:45 Genevieve asked if it was time to go get Imogen again.

Without Imogen, Genevieve has no one to tell her who to be. Genevieve only learns things like her letters and numbers because Imogen knows them. She learned how to spell Imogen's name before her own. When she talks to strangers she tells them how old Imogen is and what grade she's in. She seriously needs a life of her own.

Imogen also had her first piano recital today. She played "Oh MacDonald" pretty much mistake free in front of about fifty people and seemed rather surprised to find herself being applauded.