Reid started school. He met his teachers yesterday.
Mrs. Chasa, a.k.a. Potty Queen
Reid was terrified yesterday, and he wouldn't leave my side for the first 10 minutes. Isla, on the other hand, got down and started running around the room to play. At one point, when Reid was playing well, I walked to the counter to fill out some forms. Reid lost sight of me, with all the parents milling about, and started sobbing. Mrs. Stacey had to bring him to me--it was so sad!
Look how somber Reid was, and how happy Isla was:
Reid settled in after about a half hour, so we stayed a bit longer. I was hoping the good feelings about his room and teachers would stick out in his mind. Here's the First Day Porch picture--he seems ready to go!
Reid was extremely hesitant to go into his class, but I pushed him in after 5 minutes of standing in the doorway. He settled in before I signed him in and left. Whew!
Extra tidbit: I put Reid in a pullup this morning and packed more in his bag. Mrs. Chasa, the Potty Queen, plans to work on him! He does well sometimes, and other times can't go. But, he has only once told me he needed to go. All my eggs are in Mrs. Chasa's basket!
The other big milestone... John got his 3rd karate belt! He is now a green belt. They presented it tonight, along with a trophy for best test! Out of his whole class, he was the only one presented with a trophy. He was so excited! (He's had his eye on that trophy for 3 tests now.)
So she's not left out, here are some tidbits about Sissy. First, note the shoes in the pic below. I went to a boutique just down the road because I heard they were having a shoe sale. When I found the bin of green and pink Puddlejumpers, Isla squealed like a Pterdactyl (that's our term for her loudest, most piercing squeal). She continued until I found a left and a right in her size. Ever since, she has worn these shoes with her pajamas, with just a diaper, and with every outfit. She can put them on herself (along with Reid's socks, Reid's shoes, John's shoes, my shoes, Reid's shorts, and her tank top). I guess dressing oneself so young is a girl-thing? Check out her strut:
On another note, we may be potty-training Isla soon also. Anytime she has only a diaper (no pants) on, when she has to go to the bathroom, she takes her dry diaper off and squats next to it on the floor. I've cleaned up so much #1 and #2 lately! You might say, well just keep pants on her! The only time we don't is when she has wet through or soiled her pants, and we are busy--running down to the bus in the morning, or cooking, or bathing someone else. Then, before we know it... Clean up on Aisle 4!!!