It finally arrived: JT’s first day of kindergarten. He is AM kindergarten, which, to quote JT, “was not our plan but it was God’s plan.” We requested to switch to PM so we wouldn’t have a pick up conflict with Haley’s preschool, but it was not to be. We will depend on the graciousness of friends to wait with Haley while we pick up JT and then head across town to get her from school, a few minutes late. Now JT is required to get up before his body’s natural time, and he’s having to find joy each morning at 8 AM. This also means we are committed to a 8 PM bedtime!
We started the day with pancakes, which was his choice. He wanted to help make them, too. 🙂
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| Reading a note from Dad, who was already at work |
We took our annual garage-door picture and I asked him some questions when we got home later. I print these and put them in an album along with the school photo each year. (Here is last year’s.)
Back to day one… walking to school.
Haley waited patiently while the kindergarteners got organized and checked in. She just wanted to leave for our shopping trip!
He got a little upset right before they went in the class, and I was afraid I would start crying because I could tell he wasn’t happy. I stepped forward a little from the zoo of parents to ask what was wrong, and he said, “I really have to go potty!” Poor guy was waiting for so long and didn’t know what to do because they were told to “wait here in line.” So I told his teacher, and she took him straight into class. Phew!
When I picked him up, he was all smiles. He was tired but said he had a great day. We had a little snack at home (before heading to lunch at the lake with friends) and he just started talking. So I sat down next to him and listened. I had only brought in half the groceries from the car and left the car wide open, but I didn’t want to miss the chance to hear what he had to say! He told me all about the routines he learned, and recess, and what he did at free play time. He also said he was glad to have two days off. 🙂 This week he goes all five days, with a longer day on Friday. He’s going to be exhausted! I’m so glad he only goes half a day this year.





