Vicarious Rocky

I guess the back-to-school vibe is pervasive to all. Sage is having an intense few weeks at SageRock, Indy is getting used to school, and I am getting back to writing.

It's early to deduce, but it seems we made a good choice in schools for Indy. He may just be older now, but he has never talked this much or this fondly about school.

He only has the "what I did at school" conversation once a day (usually at dinner or on the drive home), but the lucky listener gets about 10-20 minutes of news. Yesterday Sage heard the step by step instructions on making bread -- they do this on Wednesdays. Then at dinner we heard all about the "blessing" they give before snack time (yes, Waldorf's are kind of a non denominational parochial school). I heard a long story about nap time silliness with a boy named Sam. And he keeps bringing home pictures that are gifts from other children.

Sage and I agreed last night -- we're not thinking he'll need to be in language therapy this year.