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so, Jack had a first day of school

and I've been so busy with my own first week of school as a lead teacher that I haven't had time to blog about it. My new schedule keeps me from dropping off Jack at school in the morning. That privelege now belongs to DH, who forgot the camera on the first day of school. We're settling for a few pictures from the second day of school.


See him there in the middle, shining brightly?


He makes me so proud.

After he got home from school on Monday, his first day, Jack immediately turned on the TV and zoned out over an episode of Spongebob on DVD. And I let him, because I felt like I'd been through the wringer myself. As I emptied his lunchbox I noticed he'd eaten most of his lunch, something he never did in kindergarten. I said to him, "Jack, you ate all your lunch!" He turned away from the TV and said, "Mom. Let me tell you. It's like this." (Most of his stories begin this way.) "You don't get to eat a snack in the morning. At lunchtime you're really hungry. In the afternoon, you get a snack while you're doing your math work. I love first grade. I like it much better than Mrs. McCarty."

I take that as a positive reaction to his first day in first grade.

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sulu-design said…
I love your kid with more with each and every story you tell about him. And I'm so glad that school is going well for him. Now, how's it going for you?

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