21st to 30th April 2015 – School!

You may want to read this post if you haven’t yet.

Tuesday, 21st April 2015
I took Gio to his first day in school. I can’t remember why my wife did not do it or did not go with us. I jokingly said that she was avoiding crying when we leave him at school.
First Gio and I went to take a picture that was needed by the school upon registration.
The first studio we went to said that their machine needs to warm up. So we went to another studio. They did not seem interested in attending to us. So we went back to the first studio and took picture like these:
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We met the headteacher. She chatted with Gio.
Went to class. There was no drama.
He seemed a bit hesitant at first, but he stayed without any drama.
I read the instructions that I had asked my wife to send by text. Must have been something about feeding.
IMG_9436Gio started playing with the toys in the room.
When leaving, I called “Giovanni.”
He turned and stood
Uh-Oh!
I said ‘Bye.’
He waved back.
The headteacher was relieved.
And that was that.
I sent text saying that Gio was probably hungry and should be given a snack

In the evening, the teacher said he was no trouble.
Caregiver or teacher said “You have a very good boy. A good boy
You should be happy (or you should be thankful).”
“He ate well. He was fed, though,” she said.

Wednesday, 22nd April
My wife took Gio to school this time.
The headteacher said the second day of school is usually the problematic one, because the child has known that ‘This is the place where my parents leave me the whole day.’ Gio did not seem to have such concerns.

He was heading straight to class.
When he reached he went right into the classroom and gave hugs to the teachers and caregiver.
My wife took the opportunity to flee.

Then she called me and asked me to ask the teacher (she did not have the teacher’s phone number) to have Gio put on his jacket and that he should be given water after his break-time snack and after lunch.

In the aternoon, my wife said she wouldn’t make it in time to go pick Gio. Could I take a cab and pick him then take a bus home with him?
Sure.
Any problems today? None.
I went with Gio to an MPesa shop
“Hi Mum,” said one of the attendants
I smiled, then said He’s a boy
“Oh!”
“Many people think he’s a girl.”

In the bus, I took a pack of Amigos from my bag.
Gio was visibly excited. He waited patiently for me to open the bag for him, and then he ate as we went.

We got home and after a while, I took Gio out to play. C (our neighbour) showed up and was delighted to see Telo.
“Telo!” she said and came and gave him a hug.
Moments later, her nanny came and told her to get into the house for a bath.
Up she got and into the house. Gio stood to follow but the door was shut.
I felt a bit sad for him.

 

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23rd April 2015

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About School

There is some background information that I feel would be useful in understanding Gio joining school relatively early.

My wife and I had actually considered homeschooling. In fact, we went ahead to find out who is doing it and where they got training to prepare them for it and their experience. Those who are homeschooling seem quite happy with it.

As we were thinking these thoughts, Gio was of course staying at home and going about his usual routine. He would be taken outside by the nanny to play and after lunch, he would be put to bed. This is where one problem was. Many times he would get out of bed and come to the sitting room and would cry if he was taken back to his bed to sleep.

In addition, I noted that I personally could not keep up with the sustained play that Gio wanted.

Thirdly, as I mentioned towards the end of this post, Gio would get excited to see other children of roughly his age or a bit older and would want to play with them.

Considering these things, I felt that Gio needed a place where he could play with other children, get tired, and be able to sleep for at least an hour in the afternoons. The solution was to get him into a play school or play group of some sort.

Thus began our hunt for schools.

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There is a school next door to where we live. This would have been an excellent place. The nanny could walk Gio there, have him play to his heart’s content, then they could walk back in the afternoon, and hopefully he would be tired enough to sleep. Unfortunately, that school does not have play school.

So we tried a little further on, same thing – no play school.

A third school had apparently closed the kindergarten and now had a secondary school only.

Further and further we drove.

Another school indeed welcomed children of Gio’s age, but my wife felt that the children of his age were too few. I think there was just one girl of about his age. Or maybe two. (Plus the school was rather costly).

Yet another school (this one uses the Accelerated Christian Education¬† – ACE – system) had more children, but my wife said the teacher/s was/were ‘shrubbing’ (speaking with a tribal accent). Sigh.

Another school was really nice. And really expensive (for us at least), at about 100,000/= (currently about $1,000) per term! No, thanks.

Keep in mind that the original plan was to get Gio playmates at a place he could walk, play, walk back home and sleep.

We went to at least eight schools in total.

Finally, we went to one more school, just to find out about it. When we saw the fee structure, I wanted us to leave. My wife asked about bringing Telo only a few days a week, and the person we were talking to said they’d get the accountant to respond to that. The accountant turned out to be someone who knows us from Church! She told us that her own children were in this school, that she had tried ACE and finally brought the children here, etc. My wife was convinced.

To really summarise, my wife lobbied for us to take Gio to this last school, and we did.

That is how Gio started going to school. Well, he starts in the next post.

1st to 20th April 2015

3rd April 2015

We went to the Giraffe Centre.

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5th April 2015

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Monday, 13th April

Daddy lets Gio play with water. Daddy rocks!

Daddy lets Gio play with water. Daddy rocks!

Monday, 20th April
My wife went to school to find out what is needed at school on reporting.

March 2015 – Hunger, Speech and Violence

Sunday, 1st March 2015

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Wednesday, 4th March 2015

Saturday, 7th March 2015

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Wednesday, 11th March

Chilling with Mama

Chilling with Mama

18th March

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Sunday 22nd March – Hunger and Speech

We were going for a birthday bash at The Jolly Roger. There is a sand-pit there, so we picked Gio’s bucket and tools. When we got out of the house, Gio ran behind the house, which is where he normally goes to play with soil.
We called him back.
He picked the bucket and ran behind the house again.
He cried when brought back.
He cried and cried as we drove to The Jolly Roger.

Finally, he paused in his crying and said ‘Eat.’

My wife was quite amused, that Gio was so hungry that he spoke. I felt sorry for him.

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Sandpit Violence
At the sanpit at the Jolly Roger, a boy came and joined in the playing. He tried about twice to get the shovel that Gio had. I found the boy rather irritating. Gio refused to give it to him.
One time he took an old one that was there and tried to exchange it with the new one that Gio had. Gio did not want that deal.
Gio knocked the boy on the head with the plastic shovel, I think. The boy started crying. I verbally reprimanded Gio but was quite pleased amused.
We fled the scene of crime.

IMG_9218As we were leaving the Jolly Roger, Gio saw some boys also leaving. He joyfully ran after them, solidifying my view that he should join school and play with other children.

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Looking at ants/termites

Looking at ants/termites

That boy was peeing and Gio was curious

That boy was peeing and Gio was curious