My head strong, ninja fighting, Lego engineering, pool swimming, mess making, popsicle eating, joke telling, bike riding, bedtime snuggling, always negotiating, towheaded first born is now a first grader!
Yesterday morning, as if on cue, Brock pulled the covers up over his head and stubbornly declared that he didn't want to go to school. He was simply too tired. This, coming from my son who was up at 6:30 a.m. all summer! However, the promise of waffles was enough to convince him to roll out from under his comforter and flash his silly grin.
"Waffles?"
His eyes were wide and slightly wild with glee as he happily shucked off the blankets and bounded from his bed. He has a thing for waffles.
Brock was dressed and ready to take on first grade much earlier than he needed to be, so we headed out front for the customary first day of school pictures.
"Mom, take a picture of my cool Tony Hawk backpack!"
Truthfully, Brock had NO idea who Tony Hawk even was when we were shopping for the perfect backpack at Kohls; he chose the backpack because it was camo.
It was cool before. However, when Clarke told Brock that Tony Hawk is a famous skateboarder, the backpack went from cool to unequivocally amazing. And therefore picture worthy.
Even though many children ride their bikes to the charter school every day, it is apparently not "done" on the first day of school. Lines of cars driven by moms is what is "done" on the first day of school. Brock was the ONLY one who rode his bike that day. The ONLY kid in the entire school to don a bike helmet and peddle their way to class. Brock wasn't at all phased by this, however. It probably had something to do with his fierce new bike helmet.
Welcome to First Grade kiddo!
He described his first day as "fun." He met two new friends. He learned to say hello and goodbye in Spanish. And he got to play basketball at recess.
The curriculum is far more challenging and the rules of the school unquestionably more strict. I think the charter school will be a good fit for my first grader!
