I was going to post about the first day of school, but really, what can you say? Both boys had fun. Ron didn’t shed a tear and climbed on the bus like he’d been doing it his whole life. I already have no idea what they spend their days doing and I was surprised to discover that even by grade three they are still sitting the kids in groups instead of individually.
I’m stupid-proud of my boys and their spirit, smarts, and independence. How can I not be?
And that’s that, really. I’m sure there will be many posts through the coming year as I adjust to having two kids in school… each with two teachers in the classroom… and with two different dismissal times… and so forth. Already I’m in a mad scramble because they both need photos of themselves to use for literacy projects, to which I say it is 2013, people, all of their pictures are on Flickr or my cell phone or the home network and no, I can’t just leaf through a photo album and pick them out, yeesh.
I’ve already sent a half-dozen cheques to school for various things and I’m in a balls-out row with Stock Transportation over Harry’s bus stop, which is nearly a kilometre away down a twisty country road with no sidewalks.
Ron brought home a banana peel AND a plum pit, both rattling around loose inside his brand-new lunch bag.
Harry has graduated to the older-kid playground and was involved in a Serious Dispute yesterday over whether or not a group of fourth-graders can kick one third-grader off the ‘duckies’, whatever the hell those are.
But no one’s lost anything yet, Ron drew a picture of himself with a huge smile captioned “I’m excited to be at school!”, and Harry’s nightly homework is to read independently for 20 minutes, which fortunately he can (and has) easily do if he takes a book to the bathroom and then forgets where he is for a while.
So far, so good.