What do you want for breakfast Brixton?
Bita-nuna! (Ha ha ha.)
Unity climbed into his crib to keep him company. So far she hasn't
taught him how to climb out. So far.
I feel like 80% of the conversations I'm having lately are about schools. We have gone on tours of four local public school and are trying to decide which ones to apply for. (We are assigned to a neighborhood school but we may apply to any school in the city, we just might not get in. Some are "option schools" which are like magnet/ alternative schools and some are just other neighborhood schools.)
I am the kind of person who does my research. If one of the kids is having sleep issues, for example, Chris knows that soon a huge pile of children's sleep books will show up from the library. I just get interested in something and pursue it by reading as much as I can. So I am constantly asking everyone I know what school their kid goes to and how they like it.
I know I'm overthinking a little, but it's hard because I know that wherever she ends up is going to shape our lives for the next six years and more, assuming Brixton will also go where she goes. It's going to be a major place in our lives. I treasure the person that Unity is now and I want to be a good steward of her talents and gifts and challenges and find the place that will encourage and stretch and help her grow. For a while I wanted to homeschool and I read six hundred books about that, but a conversation with Unity's preschool teacher helped me see that personality-wise that's not a great fit for us. Maybe later on.
So now the visits are all done and I just have to finish filling out the paperwork and decide where we're going to throw our hat into the ring. I know that we will find things to love and things to struggle with no matter where we end up, but I still keep seeking out that next conversation, that next piece of information, trying to find that moment that says "yes. this is the one. This is our bita-nuna."