At the beginning of the school year I had intended Cecily to go to a local preschool. After looking at the options and visiting a school, I decided on St. John's Methodist preschool which is just a few blocks away in Buena Vista.
Both Jonah and Caroline attended the West High preschool near Rose Park. This was a good thing for both of them for different reasons. And knowing that I would shortly be adding Cecily to the daily mix of lessons at home I felt she needed the opportunity to learn how to do something on her own with other people.
As school approached the apprehension among the children grew. They all knew Cecily was destined for the newest, most foreign experience yet in our Virginia life. They all anticipated Cecily's first day of school with varying degrees of excitement and anxiety.
Huddled together just days before school began, Jonah whispered to Caroline "Cecily is going to preschool in a church."
"Oh Cecily," Caroline exhorted, "you have to be extra good."
"And extra normal," added Jonah.
"And extra Mormon," Carlo concluded.
As it happens, she ended up joining a preschool co-op of all LDS kids and Moms, so she didn't need to worry about being extra Mormon or extra normal.
