I think it's so significant because you, as a parent, are hitting those milestones for the very first time too. Hopefully, like birthing subsequent kids and watching them hit their milestones, the coolness remains the same and you just become a bit more relaxed with it all. That would be cool.
First day... in one word, his first day was "GREAT." He mostly told me all about what he had at lunch, but the other bits and pieces sounded good too. He was over the moon happy.
I wish I could say the 2nd day was the same. June came off the bus on the second day with a rain cloud over his head. Thunder striking. It was bad. He hung his little noggin so low it practically drug along the pavement as he walked home. We talked and he remained gloomy and he had a crying fit that included him kicking and wrestling away from me while being sentenced to his room. Epic. Before that I was able to pull out of him that:
1. He ate too much at lunch and had a headache/bellyache. And he didn't get ketchup for his cheeseburger and he didn't have anything to drink. Bad. (School lunch is free this week so we are taking advantage!)
2. The bus was insanely hot (I think he felt car sick... he has one of the last stops this year. Bummer.)
3. He got picked on by a bigger kid. (Which is just not cool at all.)
Granted, all of those things suck and they all happened in a very new situation where insecurities were naturally running rampant. I get it. I showed June respect and gave him the space or comfort he needed. Ultimately, he did get sent to his room because the attitudes were vile! He mellowed and woke up happy for school this morning. ::shrug::
As for the third day... so.much.better. They had indoor recess and it apparently was amazing. They combined all the 1st grade classes so he got to see his old friends from Kindergarten. He had a ham and grilled cheese sandwich & fruit for lunch and it sounds like the cafeteria is getting less intimidating. He said the sandwich was one of the best things he has ever eaten AND he didn't over eat. Score. Also, the bus ride was long, but thankfully we had a cooler rainy day so he didn't swelter in that yellow tin can.
The attitudes are still under the surface, waiting to errupt. I expect that. He is transitioning and that's ok. That's how it goes. In another week or so, he will adjust and I'm sure the attitude will have to be tweaked. Whatever. Transitions are always a trial and error and grace-needed, and time-taking type of thing. I'm not a fan but unfortunately, life is rarely NOT in transition, so meh.
In other news, I had 4 kids ages 4 and under in my care today. (My little 3, plus a 1 year old) It went surprisingly well... but busy, yes. Josh and Eliz are insane all of the time and so that Mea could nap, I didn't give those 2 quiet time upstairs. They did have about an hour of quiet time down here, but by 4pm I was ready to start bath and bed. I need a breather from those 2. I would love to know the cosmic design for why they were born in succession and in such close succession (yes, I know how that happened. That's not what I mean). Those 2 are one of a kind though and give me such a run for my money. WOO!
Beyond that, there was nothing super comical that happened today, but at one point Elizabeth peed next to the potty, instead of in it. Massive puddle. Next to the potty. She tried to get it in the potty... I could see drips on the potty, but somehow all the pee landed on the floor. Also, the kids never seem to be full. I hear "I'm hungry" all.day.long. and Emily is getting dangerously close to pulling to stand. I keep pushing her down and duct taping her to the floor, but it's not deterring her. Kidding, of course. If only it was that easy. ;)
Tomorrow is another day of antics. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Bring it.
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