Monday, 25 August 2008

• First Day of Kindergarten

  As you'll notice it took us a full week to recover from our first day of kindergarten.

  I should have figured that the morning was going to smoothly. I was going to go into work a little late so that I could take Zach to his first day. We were dressed and ready to go early and had a few minutes to take pictures at the front door.

  

  (He's pretty proud of his new backpack. He wanted it to be on his lap so that everyone could see it rather than on his back. And he had to be sitting down so that everyone could see it "Really, Really Well Mommy.")

  Then it was time to go. We got into the car and started off. They recently closed our road so that we have to take a different route into town. Zach was worried that we would be late because we weren't going on the right road. (I swear ever since that child learned the word "road" he's convinced that we're always on the wrong one.) I'd just finished reassuring him that we weren't going to be late and we were talking about how he was just a little bit nervous ("Only a little bit Mom, not a lot.") when we stopped at a stop sign. But the car behind us didn't stop at the stop sign. At least not until AFTER he hit our bumper.

  We were fine. He really just slightly more than rolled into us, but there was damage to the car and so I insisted that the other driver and I pull into a nearby parking lot and call the police. Unfortunately we weren't yet in town so had to wait for a county sheriff's deputy to come.

  I was far, far more upset than Zachary was about being late to his first day of school. We were nearly an hour late by the time it was all said and done.

  The first thing the teacher said to us was. "You missed picture taking." and I nearly burst into tears. It turns out that it was just individual pictures and she took one of Zachary later, but I was concerned that he'd be left out of something forever. Kelly asked the next day just to make sure.

  After his first week Zach's still trying to adjust to this new schedule. "I have to go EVERY day!" (He's used to only going to daycare certain days each week.) He said he's made two new friends, but they just happen to be the boys he already knew. He also says it's just like preK (at daycare) only there's more kids. There 39 children total in his class, but they are split between morning and afternoon. And they have the teacher and one full-time aid. Zach is in the morning class.

  Kelly's not sure that it's even worth it. He says that by the time he and Nathan get back home and eat breakfast and get dressed (that's Nathan getting dressed not Kelly. At least I hope Kelly's already dressed when he takes Zach to class.) it's time to go back and get him. On the days Kelly works Zachary stays in their after-school program until Nathan and I come get him at the end of the day.

  This week he's got HOMEWORK! (He has to learn his birthdate.) And he's struggling with the dilemma of every 5 year old. "I can walk into class by myself Mommy/Daddy." and then as soon as you get back in the car he bursts into tears because he wanted just one more hug.

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