Once, not too long ago, I was talking about making sure that S and G are a year apart in school and that more importantly, if we live in a small town, that they have different teachers. They do look a lot alike, but we’re hoping that because they’re different people, their individuality can come through without trying to overshadow the other. (All of you with brothers or sisters are probably shaking your heads–of course, siblings try to overshadow each other, competition is why we have brothers and sisters!)
Gilbert starts daycare (at the same place Seamus goes) afternoons only next week. We’d been in LA, and S had been sick, so we hadn’t made as many trips to daycare as we usually do. However, I was surprised to learn that Seamus’s teacher (a friend of mine) was moving rooms and would soon be Gilbert’s teacher. So much for having different teachers at the same stages of life! Don’t get me wrong, I really like and respect M, and I’m delighted that she’ll be Gilbert’s teacher, but it’s funny that one thing I felt so strongly about is already in shambles and the boys aren’t even through a full year of school yet.
Some good things: She already knows how I feel about breastfeeding, and we’ve had good talks about how Gilbert can be soothed. Seamus doesn’t really care as long as he’s playing, eating, and got Shalay to give him attention. Daycare also wears G out! He slept from 5pm to 7:15 am, waking at 8 and 4 to eat!