this sleeping "angel" started his first day of 1st grade today. our pictures of him last year on the first day of kindergarten were of the biggest and most beautiful smile a parent could ask for with the joy and anticipation of learning. then came the nightmare teacher...who ruined him...on the second day. no-really! he came home and called nanny & papa and asked them if he could live with them so he wouldn't have to go back to school. he would protest going into the classroom by a sit-down and scream that he didn't like the teacher.
so on friday, boo and i met his new teacher. she's older and has experience, vs. the 1st year teaching-something-other-than-daycare-teacher that he had last year. all parents and grandparents are crossing their fingers that it goes well.
i wish i had a series of pictures of boo's outfit choices this morning. the child has sprouted like a week this summer and pants and shorts are all too short. we started weeding through his drawers last week and i ordered a few items (yet to arrive) and thought i'd be able to make it through the first week before i had to start a buying binge. plus, he's getting more pants and shorts from nanny for his birthday next month. um. nope. going to have to buy more now.
first, he comes out in a pair of "camo" like shorts that are actually pawprints in browns/khakis with a long-sleeved hunter green plaid shirt and olive socks. when the hubby goes "oh THAT'S a look..." that is not a good sign. the pair of jeans i told him to keep were not the ones i wanted...this pair had a hole in the knee and were above his ankles. so now we're back to shorts. i hand him a pair of what i thought were long-enough ones. nope. little sticks showing a bit too much. then i hand him a pair of cargos and pull out a polo from the closet. much better and presentable.
but on a different note.... last night, i'm ironing the little button down shirts so he has school clothes ready. i'm looking at the fabric pattern on one in particular and thinking that as soon as he grows out of it, i'm cutting it up for a quilt. sheesh. but it will be a quilt for boo - i've been buying his "drawings" on a quilt square from the church the last few years as a fundraiser and his shirts would make it even more of a memory quilt.
my bother had a 3rd grade teacher like that only she had DECADES of experience. My mother called her 'the screamer', among other things. At the end of the first week my brother had been moved into the same classroom as me (technically 4th grade) & it stayed that way until I graduated high school (we attended a very small school district).
ReplyDeleteI hope he has a good day.