School

I know I've posted before about big guy's rocky experience with school.  However, this year he has hit his stride.  And it is all thanks to his amazing, loving, supportive teacher this year. Really, the adjectives could go on and on.  No joke, I love her! I will be epically sad in a month when she is no longer his teacher.

The beginning of school was tough, as always, but Ms. C actually got who big guy was as a child.  She figured out the way to work with him and to support and encourage him to work with her and his classmates. Like playing, calling people by their names not 'you people,' wanting to learn to write, talking a lot, actually showing his skills instead of pretending he doesn't know them. Like counting. Like knowing left from right. Like washing his hands.  She embraces his wackiness and yet harnesses the wildness. She gets him to try new things- oranges, nori rolls, chicken fingers! And she has helped me figure out how to help him and support him at home.  I'm getting misty just writing this!

Additionally, she has a great sense of humor and can see that in my child and life in general. And she loves to throw themed parties!  Every holiday is so much fun!  The best was the easter/pirate/princess party where my mom and I hid literally 400 easter eggs at the local park! more on that late.

And the true testament to how much big guy loves school- he always asks if it's a school day and he never is ready to go home.  In the spring, he never wanted to leave.  Like I would be sitting in class for an hour playing, talking and doing activities before I could cajole him from the room.  Finally, the love of school he deserves!

First week of school