It's that time of year again: back to school. We had our first day yesterday. Do I have pictures? No. Did I finally turn in all the documents to get Kamrynn registered? Yes. So. Go me.
I am happy to report to you that Zachary's opinion of his class was that it's "awesome" because his teacher, Mr. Hathaway, "likes to color" (probably a lie) and would rather teach "5th grade" so maybe Zach and all his classmates will "get him again" someday. Coming from Zach, this is a lot of information. Last year, I couldn't get one single thing out of him which worried me tremendously since I was already tremendously worried about sending him to a new school since all his friends and half our ward still went to the other elementary (man, can I write the sentences or what?), so thanks Mrs. Mower if you're reading this (and even if you're not) for making last year a great year for Zach. Something great about you and your class really clicked for him and I'm happy to (continue my) report that Zach's a happy, well-adjusted, rule-following 2nd grader. Hooray!
Kammi had her kindergarten assessment today. Mrs. Whateverhernamewas said that Kammi knows all her letters and sounds. Well I should hope so. I haven't been parking her in front of pbs for her health. It's SUPerGrover!
I have to say that I'm particularly glad to have the kids back to school because it's a milestone for us--it marks the end of the summer from hell. Without going into details about a series of unfortunate events which plagued us (but probably only in our own minds) I will just say: You know what? Bring it on. You ain't got nothing we can't handle. UhOw Team Moncur!
Whoa, look at me all optimistic. (optiMistic, that's a cool name)