Oldest Child brought home a “journal” from kindergarten, in which he wrote and drew on one page per month.
You can see the legible beginning handwriting get far worse. As if he had gone to reverse kindergarten, where you forget what you know, and by the end of the year, cannot write at all.
However. His pictures of himself became much more recognizably human, and a bit less robotic and scribbly.
There is always the silver lining.