starts early down here. All three boys had their first day of school last Wednesday! They all seemed to really enjoy the first days.
Here is Cheese Puff outside of his big boy school on the first day. I let the boys pick out their shirts. He decided on his new flag t-shirt that Bob got him last month.
He wasn't scared at all -- just really excited!
Here he is with his teacher. She taught Baby Plum in pre-K, too! We were so excited that he got her, and she was excited to see that she had him. I warned her that he's not really like Baby Plum. He's sweet, but not nearly as quiet. She asked if he was as smart. I, being the very non-biased parent that I am, said he was. Little Elvis was reading fairly fluently by this point. Baby Plum knew letters, and was working hard on reading at this point. I think he had small words down. Baby Plum loved math, and knew subtraction at this point. Cheese Puff knows his letters, and several names and lots small words. He thinks Daddy is spelled Bob, because that's how it is my phone. He thinks Coachpa is spelled Dad. Oh well.
Cheese Puff also already has a girl friend. He can't remember her name, but she apparently wears a lot of pink and purple.
Baby Plum in his classroom on his first day. He's wearing his Montana shirt that Bob and I made. "Santa" made him a Mississippi shirt for Christmas. Mommy made him an Oklahoma shirt. We have found, or had, shirts for Hawaii, California, Tennessee, Texas, and Florida. He wanted Montana next. I figured that's a shape most people won't know. So, Bob put iron letters on it for him.
His first grade teacher said that he is the first student she's ever had to who loves states so much. But he's already found another boy in his class who likes states, too.
My next shirt to make is Alaska. I bought some snowflake fabric. I think we can leave off the letters for Alaska. 50 states, 50 shirts I guess.
We dropped them off in order of age, so Little Elvis got to ride by himself. He's wearing a funny Monopoly shirt that was on sale at my new employer. He's not a game fan, but enjoys Monopoly. He didn't know I was taking his picture.
There's the big smile.
As a fourth grader, he was too old to be walked to his classroom. (We visited teachers the day before.) I snapped this as we drove off. His P.E. teacher is on the side of the picture laughing at him. He wasn't super happy with me, but smiled anyway.
He didn't read as much this summer. Not sure if it's his age, or if it's his level of interest. Even if he likes a book, we had to really encourage him to read. But he discovered Beverly Cleary at the end of the summer. He read (I think a few times) Superfudge, and just checked out another book in that series at his school library.
He seems to have replaced reading with basketball and philosophical musings.
I didn't cry. Not once. I'm proud of them, and thrilled that they were/still are so excited.