Wednesday, August 25, 2010
My monkey is a big first-grader this year. For the most part he likes school-or he should like school, he definitely likes learning, and discussing what he's learned. The problem comes in when it can't be on his schedule and the kid isn't easily dissuaded. He's not really one of those kids (or people for that matter) who you can just gloss over a subject or question with a 1 or 2 sentence statement. He wants a full report on the subject. Details, details, details.
We adored his kindergarten teacher and are excited about his teacher this year as well. We've been told that she is the 'guru of reading' at the school. This is thrilling to me given how much both A and I like to read. If Monkey begins to read and enjoys it even half as much as I do, I'll be happy.
The school system decided this year to begin the elementary schools an hour earlier (don't even get me started on the school system's most recent decisions...) A takes Monkey to school in the mornings on his way to work. I've never seen a kid more excited to leave in the morning, he just adores his dad, and I'm sure the fact that they stop in at HobbKnobb for chocolate milk sometimes helps a bit.
I'm amazed at how much he's reading and spelling all on his own. We have math or spelling homework every night, which blows me a way a little bit, and it takes some persuading to get done, but he really is doing really well.
I'm so proud of you Monkey!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
This last weekend, I went down to the Southside of Nashville to visit my sweet friend, B. B is currently about 2 weeks away from her due date and I hadn't been down to her new house or met her husband (our friendship is a long, painful at times, but with a happy ending story), so I shuffled my shiz around and cleared the weekend.
I knew she was getting a little restless having been off of work for a while due to various (thankfully none too serious) complications. Plus, since she is about as adorable as adorable gets, I wanted to get some sweet pictures of her belly!
We had an absolutely wonderful weekend. I made it down late Saturday night (or early Sunday morning if you'd rather) after an eventful drive. Pouring sideways rain, dying cell phone, getting pulled over (but just a warning!)
Even though it was around 2 am my time when I arrived, we managed to set around and catch up and bs for another hour or so. I was so happy I'd made the trip and totally regretted not making it before. Even though we'd had a rather long, painful hiatus, about a year ago, we'd managed to pick up almost as though we'd never left off. I kept wondering why it took me so long to get down there, and I think I was afraid of getting to close again. B and I are pretty different on a lot of levels like political views, and our family backgrounds, she keeps her house immaculate, really digs living way out in BFE (with small woodland creatures running rampant ;-). But I have always, always felt comfortable and myself around her. I'm never self-conscious or self-doubting, and I can and do tell her everything.
Since B is so close to her due date and 100 different ways of uncomfortable, we kept it pretty low key. Did some bead shopping, yarn shopping, pit stop for a super important fountain Dr. Pepper, more yarn shopping then dinner at one of the most amazing places ever. Then we went to a fabulous Mexican lunch, more shopping, pictures, a delicious dinner (while watching the season finale of The Bachelorette, wtf). My last day, we went for an amazing pedicure and then I was on my way back home. (boo)
As I mentioned, she lives outside of Nashville, and I miss her. I miss her a lot. There might be an opportunity that they get transferred back to Louisville, or they might have to go further away. Say a prayer for us will you? I need my friend closer. :-)
A (not so clear) picture from B's baby shower.
Wanna see some of her adorable maternity pictures?
I love ya B!