I am having a tough time wrapping my brain around that fact that we have a kindergartener! A school aged kid! There were times when he was a baby, that I could never, ever imagine getting to this point!
A big independent boy!
He’s snuggling his kitty cat for moral support. On a total side-note, he’s taken to calling cats “pussy”. It’s from a poem that says “pussy cat, pussy cat where have you been….” but he leaves out the “cat” part and this is starting to cause embarrassing moments. Like in the pet store over the weekend where he sees the cats up for adoption and starts shouting “Mommy, I want a pussy! Pussy! Come see the the pussy! I want a pussy!” As I sprint over to stop the madness, I notice two teenage girls next to Owen, doubled over in laughter!
Needless to say, the cat walked to school, but it came home with me. I want to avoid explaining to the teacher why Owen asked “Have you seen my pussy?” for as long as possible!
Nathan giving a last minute hug before head out!
About to head into the classroom.
Nathan screaming from the top of the play structure, “TAKE A PICTURE OF ME!”
The school is a Charter, public school. It’s alternative. Small classes, diverse learning styles, very different than what I’m used to. I think it’s a perfect fit for Owen.
The teachers are called educators and the students are called learners. Owen’s educator is Colleen. Not Mrs. McPeek or Miss Colleen. Just Colleen.
If I were the
teacher educator, this is not how I would structure my first day of school. But if works, it works and scores show it works!
The class gathers on the rug as we make our leave!
Happy first day of Kindergarten, Owen!
