School!

Oh my! We're going to school! It's four hours a day, four days a week and four weeks long, all of July. Because he has never been to preschool, he qualifies for this. Sounds good to me. We did not do the bus, but could have. The ride would have been long, about 30 minutes, so it would have been like 7-1 without a meal, which is ridiculous. He does bring a snack.

So he was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning. Got a teeny bit nervous there, not sure exactly what was going to happen. As far as I can tell, pretty good, though I think she had to correct him a couple times, Carson wouldn't give me details and the teacher isn't all that with it to write it down and tell me. She's not horrible, but not great, just average. She wasn't trying to learn their names during drop off this morning, which I think is pretty slack, but that's me. There are only 12 in class and just eight there at the time. I can still tell you the names of the five I saw. They HAVE name tags on! But I'm trying to be good about this, the chances of Carson getting a teacher that was as involved as me are slim to none. She seemed nice and had a decent energy level. The dreaded "alot" got in her letter home.... *sigh* I'm such a snob.

So, how was it? When I got there to pick him up, he grinned big and jumped into my arms for a snuggle and said, "I'm hungry!" Ha! I attempted to find out the day, but he didn't say much. He wanted to go outside longer but the slides were wet so they went back in. Translation: the heavens opened up last night and the playground was drenched. He got to use scissors! He wrote his name with crayons. He sat at a class table. He went to the bathroom once and they had magic soap for after. He did not drink from the water fountain, only his water bottle. He made lots of friends, no specifics. A little boy had NEVER been away from his mother and wasn't happy about this and wailed when they left. Carson told me Alexander was doing okay but he couldn't wait til it was time to go and started crying again. I hope he does better tomorrow, poor kid, poor parents. Both Mom and Dad were there for drop off and pick up, same with another child who were nervous about this whole scenario, their daughter had been with the grandparents while they worked. And then there was me, I'm always my own category. *snicker* The rest of the children came by bus or were just dropped off. Two appeared to be fraternal twins. They were all very quiet, likely taking this whole new experience in.

He brought home three work sheets: a cat to color orange, rocket ships to cut the trails with scissors, a sheet on the number one (to trace the number and color), and a sheet of paper where he practiced his name. He had his name written on the back of two of the sheets in his crazy way, which I think is very cute. It was backwards.

Maybe I can get more from Carson. I doubt that took four hours!! :)