(1st grade for Bubba, the never-ending daycare for Sis. Really, it's her second year of her preschool program, too.)
Of course, he returned from his first day of school with grass stains all over the knees of his new pants. I asked him if he got them from playing ball on the field. To which he replied, "No, Mom, we just took turns sliding on the grass."
Each morning in Bubba's kindergarten class, they have journal time. Basically, they are given a piece of paper with 4 lines at the bottom; and are encouraged to draw whatever they want and then write a sentence about it. They are not given any assistance with the drawing not the writing. After they are done, an adult (either the teacher, aide or parent volunteer) will "translate" what they tried to write and include that on the page as well.
The result, as you can probably guess, is pretty darn entertaining.
I've been able to peak at his journal a few times over the school year, and it's been fun to see what he chooses to write about and that his writing and spelling have improved.
Here are my favorites:
I am playing hide and seek and she found me!
Corn maze. Me, sister and mom in the night.
The ants are on the elevator.
I am battling Darth Vader!
There is a monster under my mom's bed. And I love my mom, and I love my dad.
My sister is in jail.
My house is flooded. (This makes me sad that he remembers that this has happened to us.)
I am scared of the scissors and the pebbles.
I am in a snowmobile and I love my mommy!
Elmers smells like lipstick.
The lightning goes BOOM, BOOM like and elephant.
The tree is mad because of the tire swing.
My sister took my snakes but I said NO, NO.
I am going to the football game! I have ham.
Birthdays are so exciting. Birthdays are so good until the very last crumb.
Playing Little League softball provided some of my favorite summer memories growing up. So, it's a great joy to me that Bubba has taken to t-ball so well in his first season.
Bubba would like nothing else than to play catch, field, or hit hit balls. And, for the most part, RD is happy to oblige. If the weather is nice, odds are the boys will be outside throwing, catching, or hitting.
Not that I'm complaining or anything. It's all very cute.
Sis isn't quite into the ball playing - yet. She's into the scooter.
Our trip to Idaho for Bubba's Spring Break was more enjoyable than I thought it would be (although, in retrospect, it was clear that I should have expected it). It was just the two of us: Bubba and Mommy. Since the kids aren't on the same schedule yet, it made more sense to keep Sis in daycare/preschool (we're already paying for it) and let Bubba enjoy a visit to his only boy cousin. While challenging at times, when Bubba is one on one (minus his sister!), he is really quite easy-going and compliant. With this extended time together, it became clear to me just how much Sis is REALLY AND TRULY going through her terrible 3s. But enough of the negative! We had a snowy ride over the pass, a fast food lunch/refueling/play stop and arrived in Idaho greeted by 4 inches of snow. WOOT! The boys just had so much fun together the entire time, with just a rare fight or two (honestly, I really can't rememeber one!). They enjoyed playing together so much that it provided The Sister-In-Law and I many hours of time to chat, read or DO NOTHING (my favorite. Together we played Legos, went to gymnastic glass, ate at Taco Bell and shopped for tie-dye together. Plus, it's just nice to be away from your own house - there's no laundry to deal with, food to shop for, bathrooms to clean, or mail to deal with.
Also? We talked my brother into joining Facebook; just so he can play Scrabble with me. He gets to kick my ass and I get to connect with my brother more. It's win-win, really.
We can't wait to return in August. And we just may bring Sis with us this time. Maybe.