The Joys of 3rd Grade

I miss 2nd grade.... 
Not my 2nd grade class, but my son's.


I was not a fan of his year spent in 2nd grade... but right about now I'm missing it. 


Homework is harder... spelling tests are not given on Fridays... there are new kids in this class that I don't know... my kid is expected to be RESPONSIBLE. 


Now I'm all for kids being responsible.. especially mine... but as much as I wish he were, Drew is just not the responsible type... he's never really had to be since his mom is super over involved in his life. 


I like the notes that came home in 2nd grade that gave me at least a few days notice before supplies were needed for a project. I miss the daily conversations with his teacher and review of his classwork so that nothing was ever left incomplete. 


Last night after dinner while we were just hanging out, Drew asked if he could use the computer to print some stuff. I said sure and asked what he needs to print.... 


Drew - "I need to print some animal pictures for my diorama."
Mom - "Ummm... what diorama? When are you guys starting those?"
Drew - "Well some kids started there's today, but I need to bring in a shoe box so I can start  mine."
Mom - "Wait a minute... when did you find out about this project and why haven't I heard about it yet?"
Drew - "Well she told us the other day and I was supposed to bring a box today but I forgot to ask for one at Dad's last night."


This kid is SOOO not ready for verbal instructions that he's supposed to remember to relay to his mother!! I need notes send home.. or emails.. or reminders posted on the door at school.


And in case that wasn't enough... on the way to school this morning he blurts out "today is Mrs. Williams' birthday."


How in the world am I supposed to be super-mom and bring the teacher an awesome gift with 3 minutes notice?!?!? 


Responsibility at age 7 is non-existent... 
But he turns 8 in twenty-two days, so maybe there's hope.


And then we have the "situation"... not the Jersey Shore kinda.. butt none the less, a situation.


Drew says his project partner in class is having a situation. 
I guarantee I gave him the most confused look imaginable.. and then I asked for details. 


Apparently this kid keeps finding other peoples's belongings in his desk and backpack. And of course this kid has no idea how these items got there. The teacher doesn't want to come right out and declare the kid a thief... which he obviously is... so she's labeled it as a "situation" that they're dealing with. 


I automatically give Drew a lecture on stealing and how a thief would be dealt with in our house. Drew automatically jumps to the kids defense and says "well Mom, we don't even know that he stole the stuff".... my poor gullible boy... 


So for now I am not a fan of third grade... hopefully it improves.. and soon. Until then I'll continue to scramble for last minute project necessities and label every possession in my kids desk and backpack. 

3rd Grade

It finally happened. 


I've known the day was coming for awhile (almost 8 years actually). But with this being our first full year in a private school with a year-round school schedule, it seemed to take forever. 


This morning my little man.. love of my life.. my son, my moon & my stars... started THIRD GRADE.

He's just so freakin' cute, it's kills me! (Yes, very proud Mama)

I had to force him to take the obligatory first day of school pictures before we left.

He's going to do GREAT. This boy is beyond ready for third grade... but he was still a bit nervous today. Right now I love knowing that my son's biggest fears are cursive & fractions... oh to be young again... 

Bring it on 3rd grade!! My boy can handle it.. and hopefully I can too. I'm anxious to hear how his first day went.... and to see how many stains I need to remove from his precious white shirt. 

And let me just add... that this is the first year that I didn't cry on the 1st day of school. 

Wow... WE really are growing up. 

The Randomness That is Us...

* How in the world is it already September?? Anyone want to tell me why 2011 is flying by?


*We had orientation for little man's class last night. Third Grade... don't even get me started on how my itty bitty is even old enough for 3rd grade... 


*I truly feel sorry for his teacher.. she will have to deal with me.. daily.. for the ENTIRE year. Yes, I am THAT Mom. The one that knows her child is the best thing to ever happen to the world, the mom that requires notification if her son so much as sneezes during class, the mom that needs to know 3 months in advance if there will be any field trips, class parties or projects. 


*Drew's room is currently under construction. While I am SOOO glad that this project has FINALLY been started, and involves my minimal involvement... It still stresses me out because I know that I will eventually have to put everything back in there. We have never moved since Drew was born so I had no idea how much STUFF that kid really had. It's a lot.. too much really. 


*And since my kid has sooo much junk... I might just have myself a little yard sale this weekend. Maybe... it's still supposed to be in the high 90's outside... and I really don't do outdoors unless it's at the beach... and I'd be doing it all alone.. so probably not.. but maybe.


* I have every intention of doing some unnecessary shopping this weekend. Old Navy has their NFL stuff out now and we both need new team shirts (Go Cowboys!!!), and Michael's just sent me come coupons in my email so I'm sure I'll find a few things I need there. 


*We have ZERO plans for Labor Day... but I'm thinking we'll either hit the L.A. County Fair... or hang out by the pool. Every intention of enjoying our last day of Summer. 


*Drew lost one of his baby teeth on February 15th... and it still hasn't come in yet.. and there is no sign that his adult tooth has any intention of coming in any time soon. I think 7 months is WAY too long for a tooth to come in.. I think a trip to the dentist is in order. Oh, and the tooth next to it came out in April.. and hasn't come in yet either. My poor toothless baby.... he has another tooth loose right now and I told him there is no way I'm allowing another tooth to come out before those top two come in. (note to self: stock up on superglue!)

School Shopping Jealousy

Growing up, I LOVED back to school shopping. (I was a kid and Mom was buying me stuff.. of course I loved it!!)


I remember the lists of school supplies. Stuff my sister and I would NEED for class. (Besides pencils and paper, most of that stuff was never NEEDED... just sayin')


I remember all the new clothes I planned on getting.... until Mom brought me back into reality by informing me we were only buying clothes I NEEDED... not a single thing just because it was cute... ok, this part I didn't love so much.


When my son started Kindergarten 3 years ago, I was super excited about school shopping. I was looking forward to the list of classroom "necessities" and putting together endless adorable outfits for my little man. 


At Kindergarten registration I was told that there wasn't a "school supplies list". I was told that the school didn't expect the children to bring a single thing to class...... I believe the look I gave the secretary was one of utter SHOCK. What the heck was this lady talking about? Kids need stuff for class... at least some freaking pencils or something?? She told me I could check with the teacher at orientation day, but she doubted I'd get a different answer. 


At orientation I was again disappointed. The teacher didn't want them to bring anything... NOTHING. At this point I was strongly doubting whether I was sending my kid to the right school. What kind of place was this? His teacher explained that all supplies were already provided and they didn't want to put the burden on the parents. Ok, now that was pretty nice of them.... however, I was looking forward to the burden.. I WANTED that burden. 


So I did what any other sane mother does.... I ignored them completely and bought my son every school supply that walmart offered. He was loaded up with a backpack, binder, folders, paper and a full pencil box. My son was prepared for any scholastic emergency that should arise. And of course he was decked out in an awesome new wardrobe. 


By the second week of school I realized I had just wasted money... a lot of money. Not a single item in his backpack had been touched. The only time he even opened the thing was to take out his lunch. And the clothes... oh those adorable clothes... were a disaster. Kindergarten boys get DIRTY... very easily. Why they even make white shoes and white shirts in toddler sizes is beyond me. Every single day this kid came home with a new grass, mud or ketchup stain. 


The next year he went back to that school for first grade. I had officially learned my lesson... well, pretty much. He got a new lunch box and backpack... but that was about it. He was getting new clothes only to replace things he'd outgrown.. and this year we were shopping at the thrift store. I was still bummed about missing out on the whole back to school shopping experience... but at least I wasn't going broke. 


Last year my little man switched school to a private school in our area. I thought FOR SURE I'd be getting a supplies list this time. Nope... instead I was given a bill for "Materials Fee"..... a $310 bill..... Now can someone please tell me  what in the world my second grader would possibly need $310 worth of supplies for? Were they going to give him a new backpack, binder, lunchbox and calculator? Nope. By this time I had given up. I accepted the fact that Back to School no longer meant the greatest shopping trip ever like it used to... 


Yet for some reason I still can't stop going down the school supply isle at every single Target and Walmart I walk into. My son has zero desire for any school stuff. I asked him to pick out a new backpack and he says "why?, the one I have is fine"... I try to convince him he needs a new lunch box, and his response, "Mom, we already have 4 at home." Who's kid is this????? He certainly didn't get his shopping instincts from his mother... And don't even get me started on his clothes. This kid couldn't care less about what he wears. Doesn't care if it matches or even fits him!! He could probably keep all the clothes he has for the next 2 years without asking for a single thing.... except a new Miami Dolphins jersey.. necessities. 


So while everyone else is complaining about the ridiculous supplies lists they're required to shop for... and all the new clothes their kids need after growing 3 inches over the summer... This mom is completely jealous.. and will just have to learn to start shopping for herself =)

More Reasons Why Drew's Teacher Hates Me

I couldn't care less about what goes on in OTHER classrooms. 
But when it comes to MY son's class, I care.... A LOT.


About a month or two ago, I had a meeting to voice my concerns with Drew's teacher. 
I let her know that when my 7 year old complains about the noise levels and constant disruption by his classmates, then we have a problem. She informed me of her how she "handles" this behavior.. basically she doesn't. She had a list of reasons, one of which: " kids will be kids.. they're still learning". By the end of the meeting she agreed to make some adjustments to correct this problem. So far Drew says things have gotten better. 


Then this week we encountered a couple more issues. 


At the end of January the kids were sent home with information about their up coming science projects. The proposed project outline was due a week later. The actual project wasn't going to be due until March 17th. A month and half worth of time to complete a science project. 


On Monday of this week when I went to pick up Drew, his teacher mentioned that they would have very little homework this week due to Thursday being the due date for science projects. This immediately irritated me... but I decided to wait and discuss it with her at our next meeting.
But later that night over dinner the discussion came up between Drew and I. He asked me why they had so little homework just because of science projects. He said "does she think people really waited till this last week to work on their projects? That would be crazy." I told Drew I completely agreed with him, but that yes, she must have assumed most kids wouldn't have started working on them earlier and would need time this week to get them done. 


Drew also mentioned that night how he hates that when some kids don't bring in certain things their asked to for a project, that the rest of the class has to miss out on doing it until everyone brings their stuff in. I again told him that I agreed with him and felt it was unfair to the students who paid attention and did what they were asked. I reminded him of the time a couple weeks ago where we didn't bring in a shoe box like we were supposed to. I would have hated for Drew to miss out on the project, but I would have completely understood that it was our own fault. 


Yesterday when I picked Drew up, Drew asked her about a project that they again failed to do. She told him to just leave his supplies in his desk and they would get to it when they could. I was irritated once again so I decided the conversation couldn't wait. I handed Drew his basketball clothes so he could go change while we talked. 


I explained to her my feelings about their project delays. Her response: "well life happens, and we need to just learn to accommodate others. Some times things come up and these kids shouldn't be penalized for it." So I said, "oh ok, so you prefer to penalize the children that did what they were asked? I don't understand that one bit." I also mentioned my issue with the lack of homework this week. This time she says: "well honestly, you're right. However not every parent handles their child's homework the way you do. I would hate to see Thursday come and have very few projects turned in."


I let her know that due to the time restraint of having to get Drew to his game, I couldn't finish our conversation right then, but that I was looking forward to our next meeting. 


I really don't know what to do about all this anymore. For a ton of reasons we're practically stuck at this school. It's an independent private school.. and to make matters worse, his teacher is also the principal there. 


My desire to home-school Drew grows every day... I just wish the number in my bank account grew right along with it. 

Mr. Antisocial

Some think my little man has an attitude (I agree... but not when it comes to this). Some think he's rude. Other's use the word "Antisocial".


Call it what you will.. but here are the facts:


-Drew is not a fan of people. With the exception of: Me, his cousin Justin, and his dad. 
-Drew will ignore someone if he has no desire to hear what they say.. no matter who it is.
-Drew will not say hello or even acknowledge your presence in a room unless you are one of the "privileged" 3 people. 
-Drew has zero desire to play with most kids under the age of 10. Unless you have a full understanding of chess, can carry on a conversation about the NFL or MLB, or can list at least 10 Michael Jackson songs, Drew will probably not speak to you. 


I'm really not sure which, if any, label really applies to my son. But antisocial does sound about right. 


A few recent examples of this:


-While at the home of some of our friends, Drew ignored their 6 year old daughter as she sat right next to him asking if he wanted to play on the computer with her. The mother of the girl stopped the conversation we were having to tell Drew he was being rude and to stop ignoring her daughter. Drew didn't even look at the mother.. or the daughter.  (I addressed this with him right away... he was beyond rude!)


-When we arrived at my nephews baseball game the only person Drew addressed was his oldest cousin, Justin. Didn't even say hi to my sister or her stepdaughter. And when my mom arrived... nothing. 


-We had friends over to our house to visit. Drew sat right next to me the whole time and refused to play with their children. 


I'm having a little dilemma with all of this. I fully acknowledge that some of Drew's behavior is just plain RUDE. Regardless of who he LIKES, he still needs to be polite and respectful. But... I admit, this is how I raised him.
When Drew was a baby and didn't want to go with someone who wanted to hold him, I wouldn't make him. Ever. When he got a little older and we went somewhere, I never made him speak to anyone, even just acknowledging them with a "Hello". I didn't want to force Drew to do anything. I've always said that school & the doctor are the only times he'll never have a choice. But for everything else, I wanted him to choose. I didn't see it necessary for him to say hi to someone he had no desire to speak to... even if it was his grandmother. 


I'm ok with my son being antisocial. I don't really like people either. But I am not ok with him being rude. Being perceived as rude is one thing... and we couldn't care less about what anyone else thinks.. but actually being rude, is just unacceptable. 


It's a work in progress. We discussed it a lot this weekend. So now we'll see how it goes.

Science Fair Frustration

The love of my life has his first science fair coming up. He's in 2nd grade so the schools expectations aren't too high... however, unfortunately for Drew, Mama expects a blue ribbon.


I happen to be the proud owner of a bright blue 1st place science fair winner from the 6th grade. Yep, I was a genius!.. sort of.


But we have a problem.. or actually I have a problem. Drew chose the simplest, easiest, BORIEST project ever! 


*I honestly get that this is HIS project and he should do whatever one he wants... and I've fully supported him and helped through the whole process... but it's MY blog and I'm venting... deal with it.


How much salt does it take to float an egg?


Seriously. 
I can't believe this was even a freakin' choice! My child is very into science stuff right now. He's saving his money to buy a kit that let's you build your own radio. He's a smart and talented boy. So why in the world did he pick this???


Because it was the first choice listed. 


Drew is a very determined and stubborn child (no clue where he gets that.... ). So as soon as he read it, he decided that's the one he wanted to do. Then proceed to read the other 2 pages of choices, and stayed focused on his first choice. 


Why can't we just make a volcano or something with electricity?


This week we'll be putting everything together for his display board and he'll be typing out his report. At this point I've decided that maybe if we make a super fancy display board that he'll win just because it looks cool.... even if the project is LAME... yes, I'm desperate. 


Worse case scenario, I'll be buying him his own blue ribbon. 


*And in the interest of being fair.... my 6th grade BLUE RIBBON WINNING science project? Which evaporates faster, salt water or tap water?


Yeah.... I know... but I got the freakin' ribbon!!

7 Year Olds Should Never Need An Ultrasound

Yesterday was a LONG day. It was a day of confusion, studpitity, sympathy, fear, pain, love, compassion, karma and guilt.


It began with a hangover from afternoon drinks with the cousins on Sunday. I never drink. And I was quickly reminded why.


Then I spent 3 hours in a place I never should have been... with a person that should have remained in my past... doing things.. that well, I guess I don't entirely regret. 


I received a call around 11:00 from Drew's dad saying that Drew was sick: fever, vomiting and stomach pain. He said he was going to take him to urgent care and call me with an update. 


He thought I was at work.


After he called a few times to get Drew's insurance info from me, he finally called me with news that literally brought me to my knees. The doctor at urgent care said Drew needed to be taken to the emergency room ASAP for a possible appendicitis. They called and ambulance, but his dad didn't wait around for it. He picked up our baby boy and drove him to the closest ER.


I left immediately to meet them at the hospital. I cried the whole way there. My son was in pain.. and I wasn't there. My son needed me.. and I wasn't there. I have a clear understanding of how a person can literally die of guilt. 

We spent 5 hours in the hospital yesterday. About 20 people came in and poked at his stomach. They drew blood. And I cried again. Finally they did an ultrasound... and we waited. Drew was tired and thirsty. He laid in my arms for a few hours, then eventually moved to the bed. His skin was so hot. 


The ultrasound was inconclusive. 


But Drew was doing better. The pain was minimal and he had an appetite. The doctor advised us to take him home, and just keep a close eye on him and bring him back if the pain came back. Drew was begging to go home... so we did. 


When we got home he ate one cracker and took a sip of gatorade and passed out. His temperature was up  and down all night. He woke up around 8, had a few bites of soup, and went right back to sleep. We survived the night. 


He woke up this morning still not feeling great. He said his stomach is fine, but he just feels yucky. I'll take yucky over an appendicitis any day.


Yesterday was a LONG day. I hated seeing my son in pain and not being able to fix it. 


Yesterday the 3 of us were alone in a room for 5 hours. Drew, his dad and I. That has never happened. I wish none of us were there... but that time together was good for us. I saw a side of his dad that I've never seen. I let him be in control.... and when it comes to my son, I am ALWAYS in control. But yesterday he took care of us. The 3 of us. 


When we left the hospital, Drew's dad went to the store to get Drew some juice and crackers then he came to the house. Again the 3 of us were alone together. Sitting on the couch watching cartoons.


The 3 of us are not a family. But we are Drew's family. And although yesterday was a LONG day... some good things came from it. 

My Achey Breaky Heart

This morning my little man started at his new private school. (Technically 2nd grade won't start for him until September, but for daycare purposes he's starting now) This morning was A LOT like his first day of kindergarten. Drew has a VERY hard time with anything new... any type of change... anything even slightly unfamiliar. 


I took him about 30 minutes before school started (during their morning daycare period) so that I could spend some time there with him and he could get a little more familiar with it before I left. The kids were all outside playing so Drew and I sat on a bench and watched... well, I watched, Drew cried. He was nervous and scared.... and seeing my little man afraid just broke my heart and the tears started flowing (thinking about it right now still makes my eyes watery) There was the sweetest little girl ever who came over and introduced herself and tried to talk to Drew and let him know that everything was ok and that this was a fun place (This little girl completely amazed me with her kindness.... her parents should be so proud of her. I'm buying her a small gift today to thank her for making at least me feel a little better) Oh and this girl is only in kindergarten!! But Drew wanted nothing to do with her or anyone else out there. 


The teacher who was out there watching the kids came over to me and let me know that I was welcome to stay as long as I liked... but that it would probably be best for both Drew and myself if I left soon. I just couldn't leave him. It physically hurts my heart to see my son cry.... to know that he is scared... I HATE IT!! A few minutes later the principal came out to talk to us. She is the only staff member Drew has interacted with before this (we've come in to see her twice before today). She asked Drew if he wanted to come inside and help his teacher get things ready for the day. Of course he ignored her, kept crying and clung to my legs. Finally I knew it was time, and I gave my hugs and kisses, reminded him that he was in a fun and safe place, told him I'd be there to pick him up later, and told him I loved him and said good-bye. He kept crying, but the principal led him back inside to the class. 


I cried the entire way to work this morning. I hate this... 


About an hour and half after I dropped him off, the principal called me to let me know he settled down, helped the teacher and now he was just fine. I couldn't help but cry again while I was talking to her.... and was very glad that she called. 


I love my son with every ounce of me... I have complete confidence that he'll adjust well and be happy in his new school.... but this whole beginning phase SUCKS. 


I sure hope tomorrows drop off goes better. And I can't wait to pick him up today... let's just hope I can get through it without crying. 

Thoughts for Thursday

-My mom is coming into town today and bringing my 2 nephews. The boys will be spending the night with Drew and I and my mom will keep all 3 boys tomorrow while I'm at work. This means I must be prepared for forced sharing, tears, LOUD boys, swimming, tons of laughing, endless pictures... and the rare opportunity to enjoy my 3 favorite boys. 


-The house is a disaster due to the remodel and my lack of a desire to clean... however, when my mom inevitably asks why my house is a mess, I fully intend to blame the construction guys (her dad & brother). 


-It's official, Drew will be starting private school on Monday and I have mixed emotions about this one. It's a non-religious and totally untraditional school... but my little man is up for the change.. so I'm going to have to force myself to be ready to.


-Having the "what if we'd done things differently" conversation with Drew's dad always leaves me feeling a bit sad and uneasy.... but after yesterdays "wonder what things would be like if we got together now" conversation, my heart hurts. Sensitive subject on every level possible.... 


-I haven't seen my nephews since Mother's Day... and they only live an hour and a half away... I am officially the worst aunt EVER.... sorry boys. 


-I want a laundry fairy. I swear that stuff is just endless. Wear, wash, dry, fold, put away...REPEAT


-Bored while at work is a HUGE understatement. I have gone through my collection of books at home..TWICE.. and keep buying new ones to read when I work. I know that right now this is a good problem to have.... but boredom and I are a bad combination.


-Drew has gone to the same daycare for the last 5 and a half years.... and today will be his last day there. We're going to miss some of these teachers and kids.... Have I mentioned that I HATE change?


-I have absolutely no idea of what type of job I would actually LIKE to have. No clue. However, for reasons I won't go into... I know I would be a GREAT private investigator. If your husband is cheating, or has 5 illegitimate kids you don't know about, I can find out VERY easily and quickly. If your mom used to be an exotic dancer or you want to find your birth parents, I can find all that info too. I told you boredom and I are a bad combination. 


-I've decided to hold of on getting my tubes tied. Not because I plan to have more kids... but because becoming a private school mama is going to drain every cent we have... and it looks like my insurance doesn't cover as much as I thought they did. 

Looking for the Pause Button....

I need to vent.... what a surprise, I know... 




There are a few things going on in our lives.... and a few in my head... that require decisions... major, life altering decisions (and I completely dread making even the smallest or simplest decision, like what's for dinner)... and a few things that I have no control over, which of course is horrible... 


-The elementary school that Drew has been going to for the last 2 years is in a different city and "Zone" than the one we live in... which requires me to request a transfer each year...well with all the lovely budget cuts this last year, his current school is now over crowded and they are not accepting any transfer students for the upcoming school year... BIG PROBLEM... so now I have to find a new school and probably a new daycare for Drew. I refuse to send him to a school in our district because they're just nasty (seriously, I'm not just being a snobby picky Mom), I've looked at private schools but I'll be in debt for the rest of my life if he goes there, moving into the district of his current school would require us to leave the only home he's ever know, our HOUSE next to my grandparents, to move into a tiny 1 bedroom apartment that we'll barely be able to afford. School is scheduled to start August 9th so I'm pretty stressed out about this.... 


-I've been looking into getting my tubes tied for the past year or so. I'm 28 years old and Drew is almost 7. I think the age gap between him and a sibling would just be too big at this point, and there's not exactly a man around to contribute to "baby making" process right now anyways. ( I asked his dad if he would "donate" so that at least our kids would have the same parents, he said he doubted his girlfriend would be ok with that... whatever, fine..be selfish) And I honestly don't want to be OLD when I have my next child. I know people a lot older than I am have kids every day, but I already feel like I'm 40 sometimes.. so it's a little late for me. Last Friday I finally went into the doctor for a consult, and he approved me.... which then made me completely nervous because now there was nothing standing in the way of having it done. The procedure I'm scheduled for is not the traditional surgery of having your tubes tied.. it's called Essure and it's done in the doctors office without having to be put under. They're supposed to call me this week to schedule the appointment.... but now I'm not so sure I'm ready for it.... 


-For the last month I have been feeling pressure and sometimes pain in both of my ears. I just figured it would go away eventually, but it was feeling worse last week so I went to the doctor. She was really surprised that I wasn't running a fever or having other symptoms because she said it seems I have a bacterial infection and middle ear infections in both of my ears, and there are sores in my throat from the infection. I haven't felt any pain in my throat at all, but I looked and they sure are there. After being on the medication for 5 days now, there hasn't been any change so I have to back tomorrow.. Great!


-The list of dental work I need done is IMMENSELY long... and expensive. I keep putting it off because my insurance covers so little and I've already used it all up this year, and my money keeps finding other things to be spent on. But yesterday one of my back teeth cracked and a little piece came off.... YUCK.. so now I don't have a choice and have to see the dentist ASAP to fix it. Hope my Visa card is ready... 


-My car is in need of repair. The windows have decided not to work anymore, and after replacing the window motor, nothings changed. And it makes some funky noise some times so I'm sure it could use a tune up or something else costly.... 

-And because life wouldn't be the same without some issue at work.... the air conditioner at work isn't working properly.... and hasn't for the last 3 years. They keep sending different people out to look at it, but I think looking is all that they're doing.. no one seems to be able to fix it. It's been about 83 degrees in there every day... YUCK

Here's my proof... that I also emailed corporate =)

Congrats Munchkin Man

Another Proud Mama Moment... my little munchkin received the Student of the Month award for his first month in the first grade. I am SOOO proud of my baby boy. So far Drew is doing very well in first grade (a lot less emotional than kindergarten was). The only issue we have is that he might be a little too advanced for the class he's in. He completes every assignment unassisted and ahead of the class, he's already read every book they have in the class "library" (twice), and is getting pretty bored with the work he's given since it's all stuff he already knows. Unfortunately his school doesn't offer the GATE program until the 3rd grade, so I'm going to have to see what else I can do to continue to stimulate and challenge his little mind.

Congratulations My Sunshine...