Monday our local schools began for the 2009/2010 school year. I had worried that the boys and I would be feeling a little sad and missing our friends - notice I say all of us sad, all of us missing our friends :) I spent a lot of time at the boys school while they were there so naturally I have a lot of connections to the school. Anyway, I knew when C made a phone call to his friend the night before that all would be well. His conversation was something to the effect of "well, you have a good day tomorrow. Too bad you won't be with me....we will be done with our day before you even make it to lunch and then we will be swimming!" Ouch. Then during our school time Monday, C looks at me and says he is so glad I am his teacher. This coming (a) from the child who loved, loved, loved his teacher last year - we both did and (b) from the child who recently told me it is embarrassing to give your mom a hug in front of your friends....ok, he is NINE so he is growing up....it is nice to know that he is happy to have me as his teacher. P has the attitude of just give him what he needs to do, let him do it and he is out of here, venturing on to playing better things in life. He doesn't complain about work but he does want to know up front just how much he is expected to do, how many pages he has to read and can he have a snack when he is all done....those are his concerns. I love that I am able to curl up in a chair with him and listen to him read to me daily, he even likes to include MK on this when she will listen (she always says she will listen but she almost always talks!). And MK, well, she has come so far from this time last year. She welcomes new situations, there are no tears when I leave, she is all smiles when I return, her life in that respect is all roses. I must note that she received some new flip flops yesterday.....she has worn them nonstop, even in bed....and I must note that EVERYTIME she puts them on her feet, you can bet they are on the WRONG feet. I will tell her this, she will laugh and say "oh well, I sorry mommy" and switch them around.