The day has come, he’s graduated kindergarten. Honestly, I didn’t think it would happen. I caught myself a few times contemplating keeping him in kindergarten another year seeing he just made the cut off to be there in the first place. But he did it. We still have some more work to do over summer to get him up to speed for first grade. The kid’s vocabulary amazes me, but to get him to sit down and focus on reading…Lord help me. It’s always a struggle.
Introducing my new first grader.
It was also great to see my nephew graduate as well. He even got the award for Perfect Attendance!! High-fives to Machar.
We’re very proud…now on to FIRST GRADE! My heart just stopped. At least my baby still has one more year till entering kindergarten. Time goes so fast!
Deacon has been so excited to start kindergarten. “How many more sleeps?” The question I have been hearing on a daily basis. Then there is Logan, who is starting 1st grade. He’s not too thrilled. “I thought you said we had a long vacation!?” Yeah kid, two and half months is a long vacation. They started school today. A bittersweet moment for me. Time to get back to packing lunches, homework battles, and fundraisers. Logan started with a cough yesterday. A fake cough that is. Already! It’s going to be a very long year.
Now most get sad, anxious, and shed tears when they send their kids to kindergarten…not me. I was more nervous about sending Logan to 1st grade because he just doesn’t want to be there. His best buddies are not in his class, he is lazy when it comes to reading, and his favorites parts of school are recess, lunch, and art class. Deacon was a champ. He got in line with his class, gave me the two thumbs-up, and was off for a “better than awesome” day. I worried about Logan all day today. I want so badly for him to love school, it kills me. When my husband sent me the message today that he said his day was “great” I let out a sigh of relief. So maybe he’s not going to be a kid that LOVES school or thinks it’s “better than awesome,” but I’ll take “great” any day.
The baby starts preschool next week. Now THAT is going to be a scary one.
When I get home from work one of the first things that I do is take Logan’s folder out of his backpack and see what he has for homework. There are ALWAYS other papers/flyers crammed into his folder. You know the stuff; PTO events, school announcements, monthly newsletters, etc. I try to make a point to go through each one. Well last week was a busy week and I just tossed them in a pile to go through later. “Later” never really happened.
When my niece was over this weekend she asked me what Logan was going to be in the Vocabulary Parade at school. What!? First thought, Vocabulary Parade, sounds stupid. Next thought, where did I put that purple piece of paper!? Third thought, I’m a bad mommy, this form was due last week!
Caislin and Logan quickly decided what he was going to be: Scales. Yes, Scales. Scales as in the flat, bony, disc type covering on certain animals such as reptiles and lizards. OF COURSE. That’s my boy! I was a little surprised that he didn’t decides on the word “fossil.”
Not only did we have to fill out the form with the word and definition, we had to make a costume for the Vocabulary Parade. This was his first big project for school. Momma had to try to get a little excited about it. Off to the store I went for supplies while Logan and my husband made the perfect “scale” to trace, over and over and over again.
Seeing both Logan and my husband get excited over the project thrilled me. We started making a ton of scales and glued them to a poster board and hoped that it would come out how we envisioned it.
Logan took his time placing the scales in the perfect spot, making a pattern. He was so happy with the final results.
For once this morning I didn’t need to tell him to get his shoes and coat on. I didn’t have to remind him to get his backpack and lunch. I didn’t have to repeat myself 30 times. He was ready and at the door 15 minutes before departure. “It starts FIRST thing in the morning Mom.” ”We can’t be late like when Dad takes me to school.”