Hooray for the First Day of School!!
Yesterday was my daughter's first day of school. As a freshman. Courtney is a freshman in HIGH SCHOOL. I called her yesterday afternoon for scoop, and she gave me none. Zero, zip, nada - the dirtbag! She said, "What scoop is there? I went to school." Garrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I asked her when she has lunch (since she didn't know that rather important bit of information the day before school started). I asked her what classes she has. I asked her if she got lost (she says she did not). And I asked the most important question of all, "Any hotties??" To which she said, "Pffft, no." I told her she needs to quit watching her feet when she walks the halls and LOOK AROUND - there are bound to be hotties all over the place, dadblameit! Not that I want my kid to be all boy-crazy but...it's the first day of high school! She should at least be gawking from afar. She did get one good surprise - a friend from middle school is not only going to her high school but is in three of her classes. Yay! We didn't think she'd know a soul at the high school (it's on the other side of Louisville from where she went to middle school. Louisville has a really messed up system of where kids go to school).
Today is Kevin's first day of school - as a third-year (in Montessori, kids are grouped into classes that in "regular" school would be three separate classes; his class has kids who would be in first, second, and third grades). So he's one of the big kids, the older kids, the ones the younglings look up to and learn from (and in turn, the older kids learn from the youngers as well - it's a wonderful give/take). He's put on the big "I don't wanna go back to school, I don't liiiiiiiiiiike school!" crap for the past couple of weeks, but I know it's just that: a heaping pile of moose dung. He loves that place - he thrives there. And I got my proof of that this morning when he not only woke up at 6:30 a.m. (known as the buttcrack of dawn at Beejland), but he came to me at 7:50 fully clothed, socked and shoed, teeth brushed, lunch bag in hand, and said, "Mom, are we ready to go?"
"Well um, no, Love. I'm in a towel, you haven't had breakfast, that lunch bag you're holding is empty, and we leave at 8:25."
"Oh." And off he went to rustle up a heaping bowl of Cheerios. He even agreed to have a peach in his lunch bag. I know he won't eat it, but I appreciate the show of balanced lunch. He asked me to come to his studio (they call classrooms "learning studios" at his school) instead of letting him out at the drop-off line, so I did. We walked in, he put his stuff away, and he dove right in, forgetting that I'd come in with him.
"Yo dude, I'm still here."
"Oh, you-can-go-now-Mom-don't-be-late-for-work-see-ya," with the fastest hug in the west and then practically running back to group.
I don't liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike school! my ASS.
Little Man keeps growing. Eek.
First day of Kindergarten (back at the public Montessori)
(and this pic reminds me that I have to ask his teachers this afternoon if they found Kev's glasses since he left them at school back on the last day in May - hopefully since I'm typing it, I'll remember to ask them LOL)
And his first day as a first-year at the new Montessori....
And now the big-man third-year kid:
I asked her when she has lunch (since she didn't know that rather important bit of information the day before school started). I asked her what classes she has. I asked her if she got lost (she says she did not). And I asked the most important question of all, "Any hotties??" To which she said, "Pffft, no." I told her she needs to quit watching her feet when she walks the halls and LOOK AROUND - there are bound to be hotties all over the place, dadblameit! Not that I want my kid to be all boy-crazy but...it's the first day of high school! She should at least be gawking from afar. She did get one good surprise - a friend from middle school is not only going to her high school but is in three of her classes. Yay! We didn't think she'd know a soul at the high school (it's on the other side of Louisville from where she went to middle school. Louisville has a really messed up system of where kids go to school).
Today is Kevin's first day of school - as a third-year (in Montessori, kids are grouped into classes that in "regular" school would be three separate classes; his class has kids who would be in first, second, and third grades). So he's one of the big kids, the older kids, the ones the younglings look up to and learn from (and in turn, the older kids learn from the youngers as well - it's a wonderful give/take). He's put on the big "I don't wanna go back to school, I don't liiiiiiiiiiike school!" crap for the past couple of weeks, but I know it's just that: a heaping pile of moose dung. He loves that place - he thrives there. And I got my proof of that this morning when he not only woke up at 6:30 a.m. (known as the buttcrack of dawn at Beejland), but he came to me at 7:50 fully clothed, socked and shoed, teeth brushed, lunch bag in hand, and said, "Mom, are we ready to go?"
"Well um, no, Love. I'm in a towel, you haven't had breakfast, that lunch bag you're holding is empty, and we leave at 8:25."
"Oh." And off he went to rustle up a heaping bowl of Cheerios. He even agreed to have a peach in his lunch bag. I know he won't eat it, but I appreciate the show of balanced lunch. He asked me to come to his studio (they call classrooms "learning studios" at his school) instead of letting him out at the drop-off line, so I did. We walked in, he put his stuff away, and he dove right in, forgetting that I'd come in with him.
"Yo dude, I'm still here."
"Oh, you-can-go-now-Mom-don't-be-late-for-work-see-ya," with the fastest hug in the west and then practically running back to group.
I don't liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike school! my ASS.
Little Man keeps growing. Eek.
First day of Kindergarten (back at the public Montessori)
(and this pic reminds me that I have to ask his teachers this afternoon if they found Kev's glasses since he left them at school back on the last day in May - hopefully since I'm typing it, I'll remember to ask them LOL)
And his first day as a first-year at the new Montessori....
And now the big-man third-year kid: