I started a tiny bit of at-home preschool for Ralph a little while ago. I had been nervous to begin, mostly because I don't consider myself to be any sort of teacher, but also because Ralph and I are both control freaks, and I was imagining each day to be a struggle over who's in charge here. My expectations are low-- I'm hoping, at the very least, he'll know the Lord's Prayer and be properly prepped for kindergarten next year when the professionals take over teaching him. So far our days have varied between lots of interest and excitement, and times where he'd rather play restaurant and pretend his sandpaper letters are order numbers at Culver's. 🤷🏻♀️I'm happy to watch him flow between learning and playing for one more year at home with us.