Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Second Day of School

Second day of school went much better than the first. *sigh of relief*

Bought the kids new outfits (again!) and new backpacks.  Played up school all weekend.  Practised carrying a tray of food and opening drinks.  Talked Bud into taking the kids to daycare and letting them ride the van to school with the rest of the kids they know.  Worked like a charm!!  The van driver said they went right in with the other kids with no problem.  One of the older kids promised to make sure they got to the cafeteria for breakfast.  I'm so relieved.



We just won't talk about the note that the teacher sent home with Savannah, on the second day of school no less.  A trouble maker already!  It looks to be an exciting school year!

Saturday, August 20, 2011

First Day of School

First day of school was a very tramatic day for me and the kids.

As you can see, Savannah was not interested in going to big school.


And Alex wants to go, he's just not sure of everything.

Here is the best smile I could get from them:















Leaving them was a really hard thing to do.  We walked them into the cafeteria and through the breakfast line.  And led them to a table to sit and eat.  It was hard for these little guys to carry their tray and not drop their drink or milk. Alex wouldn't eat anything and Savannah ate just one bite of cereal and one bite of toast.  Alex was ready to go to his class so he ran off and left sis alone at the table.  I think he was just too nervous to eat.  Bud walked Alex to his class and I walked Savannah to her class to show them how to get there through the long halls.  Once we got to the Pre-K and Kindergarten wing, She knew which class was hers and went right to it, but wouldn't go in unless I was with her.

Bud said Alex did good until he started to leave and then Alex just started crying for his daddy to stay with him.  Savannah did the same thing with me.  She wanted to sit down and read one of the books on the table, but just wouldn't let go of my hand and at one time was holding on to my leg.  I was able to leave once the teacher was holding her, but as I was waiting out in the hall for Bud, trying not to cry, Savannah came flying out of her room and down the hall to me.  I had to take her back into the room and do it all over again.

You could tell who were all the Pre-K mothers.  We were the parents crying or in my case, trying not to cry all the way back to our cars.  Staff would see us and say "Ahh.  You have a kid in pre-k?"

I was worthless all day long.  And very glad when it was time to pick them up.  As you can imagine, we went early.  Got the last parking spot in the parking lot.  It was good to see the little munchkins. 

I was able to talk to Savannah's teacher.  She said Savannah did very well once she settled down.  Except at lunch when someone yelled at her for sitting at the wrong table.  The head start lady held her until the teacher could.  The teacher just had to hold her for a little while and then she was better.  My heart just hurts.  Who yells at a little pre-k kid on the first day of school for sitting at the wrong table?  They're just babies.  They don't know!

Bud found out that Alex did very well his first day.  He was happy to see us though!  He has told me since then that he wants to be Sissy's class because he doesn't like his.  I hope it all changes and things settle down.  I can't stand to think of my babies scared, unhapy and amoung strangers.

The handbook tells us we can only walk them in the first two days of school.  Bud thinks they will be fine, but I think they need to eat breakfast at home.  At least until they get used to the school and then they can do breakfast at the school.  It's such a big scary place for such little ones!

Saturday, August 13, 2011

BLAST FROM THE PAST

Today I had a real blast from the past.  My sister and I were at the park with the kids.  It was a very hot day.  Not as fire hot, can’t breath when you walk out side as it has been, but still hot.  Sitting in the shade with a little breeze wasn’t so bad, but the kids were getting thirsty. 

My sister suggested snow cones. “Makayla loves snow cones.”

“My kids have never had a snow cone.”  Sad but true.  They’ve had slushes from Sonic, but no snow cones.

My sister was shocked.  “Well it’s about time they do.”

The kids want to ride with Makayla and Aunt Kathy.  Fine by me.  I like a quite ride with my husband.  We take off for The Hut.

I order a medium White Coconut snow cone.  It’s been years since I’ve had a snow cone and even longer since I’ve had a white coconut one.  When Makayla brings it to me, it looks like a harmless cup of fine ice shavings melting down into clear water.  However, when I scoop up that first bite and put it into my mouth, I feel a strong physical jolt and there is a bright flash of light as I’m instantly transported back in time to when I was a young kid working at the snow cone stand.

I remember it all.  How to make the syrup (I won’t tell you that they put a 5lb bag of sugar in every gallon of flavoring.), how to run the ice shaving machine (when you do it, make sure the blades have stopped turning BEFORE you try to remove the remnants of the block of ice), and how to get the nice rounded top to the snow cone.  I remember it all.  WOW.  I even have the urge to read a Nancy Drew book, or go roller skating or call my friend Linda.  It’s amazing what the power of one little scoop of white coconut snow cone can do.  Don’t tell me time travel is not possible.  I’ve done it.  And it was a blast!

What’s your blast from the past?

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