Today is the first day for four of our kids, and the kindie meet and greet conferences. Around 6:45 when I was trying to get the baked oatmeal for breakfast in the oven, the first kid bounds in!
"What's for breakfast?"
"I'm making baked oatmeal. It should be ready around 7:30."
"Can I have cereal now?"
"You can wait."
"Can I make my lunch?"
"We need to clean out the lunch boxes first. They've been stored a while."
"Can I do that?"
"Sure, whatever." (Translates, just let me get the oatmeal in the oven, pleeeaaaase!)
Repeat this conversation at 6:50 and 6:55...and back to the first kid at seven....except wait, one of these little badgers doesn't start school until Wednesday! He doesn't need a lunch!
"Mom, can I have yogurt in my lunch?"
"Mom, will you cut up the watermelon?"
"Mom, where's the hairbrush?"
Uh, you guys know Dad is still here too, right?
Hey, where's Ms. D and E1. Somebody better go wake them up!
"Mom, I can't find any socks! Never mind. They're in my drawer."
"Change your shirt. What's the rule for the first day of school?"
"It has to have a collar. Really?"
"Really. You can wear your angry birds t tomorrow. (or sonic, or hello kitty....)"
"Lose the athletic shorts too. Khakis or denim today. Okay?"
"Okay! We're ready!"
"Guys. It's only 7:30. They won't even let you in until 8. Sit down and eat your baked oatmeal."
"It has whipped cream on it! Wow, thanks mom."
"Hey, it's the first day of school. We have two more first days of school this week, so that means two more hot breakfasts. Aren't we all lucky here?"
"Can we have pancakes twice?"
(Ha!) "No. I believe canned cinnamon rolls are on the menu for tomorrow. Maybe eggs."
"How about waffles?" (Okay kid. Ya deaf. What time do you think I'm getting up?)
Because of the heavy, supply-laden packs I generously offer to drive them today. Pulling out of the driveway I scraped the bumper on the side porch. This is not hard to do. At least I didn't back into the rock wall again. So you can just imagine the van ride conversation. I already was feeling kinda off, w/ Dad dropping off the sixth grader and all. (Mr. nonverbal still hasn't given me a drop-off report, or picture. He probably didn't take one...even though it's sixth grade, and our last kid in that school. Men.)
I park on the street perpendicular to the school. We all unload.
"Hey, I told you guys to wait. Mr. 4th grader, you need to keep your first grade sister with you. I will be walking to school with you until you do!" (Eye roll, smirk, then semi-glare. He does slow down and take her hand though. I call that a win.)
We get to the door.
"I love you guys. Have a great day! Not you littlest man, you stay with me! Your first day isn't until Wednesday."
Then Si guy and I head to Kindergarten. His teacher is Ms. J. I walk in the room. There are frogs everywhere, just like in Mrs. S room at our old school. He unloads his supplies, and has a frog to color while she has her meeting....except he's done coloring before it starts. She has books there for him to look at, but reading silently isn't his strong point. So now all the parents know Si already can recognize his letters and a few words. I turn over his frog so he can draw, but he spills his crayons. Yet he gets down and picks them up without being asked. Thankfully, at about this point, she ends her speech, reiterating the importance of coming to back-to-school-night to sign up for stuff.
He is impressed by the faucet thingies that turn the classroom sinks into drinking fountains, the snap-together popsicle letters, and the "Mom! She has legos!" moment was my favorite. He has to touch everything.
"Mom what's this? It looks like a hand!"
"It's a pointer." He uses it to point to the numbers on the calendar.
"13! Mom, there's 13!"
"Uh-huh. That's the date today. August 13th. Look she has the numbers up to the first day of school. What number is that?
"55!"
"Uh, no honey. It's 15. Two days from now is the fifteenth. That's your first day."
"Yay!"
"It's time to go now. She's going to have another group soon."
I predict I'm going to have to say that exact sentence again in May.
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