last night was the boy's kindergarten open house. he got to see his new room and meet his new teacher and classmates. fortunately a little girl from his old school sits at his table and there were a couple other girls from preschool there as well. his teacher seems nice.
boy, has school really changed since i was in kindergarten. when i was 5, all i worried about was getting a pencil with an eraser on it and sharing the wheels with the bristle blocks and fighting over who sat at the blue table. the boy has writing, math, reading, stuff i did in first grade. i shouldn't be worried - the boy knows his letters and numbers and has some basic math and reading under his belt, but i worry that i didn't teach him enough. didn't spend enough time reading to him and going over numbers. hubby says i'm nuts, that he'll be okay. i also worry that he'll get rammy and get into trouble becos his mind drifts sometimes. although last night he did really good sitting at the table, coloring the paper his teacher gave him as she explained procedures. some of the other kids were loud and misbehaved. i guess i just don't give him enough credit.
as we were driving home hubby commented that at 36 years old, he felt like he wasn't old enough to have a child in school. i told him that we were old parents - a lot of my high school classmates have kids in upper middle school already! my best friend's son will go to college in 2 years. and we're starting over with babies again! it feels weird, stuck between 2 worlds, a child in school and 2 babies at home. i never saw myself in this place, but here i am.
last night i had my good cry in the shower, thinking about the boy going to school already. i hold my babies and feed them and stroke their hair, and it only seems like yesterday that i was doing the same to the boy, hearing him gulp his milk, listening to his contented sighs, changing his tiny diapers. where did the past 6 years go? how did they fly by so quickly? when did my baby grow up? this was compounded by the fact that we couldn't find his lovey, snoopy, who has been missing since saturday (mystery solved - he was in the bathroom closet, of all places). the boy didn't even seem to care that he didn't have snoops at bedtime. yet again, old diva is nutters for freaking over a missing lovey. maybe it's my hormones? early SAD settling in? or finally acknowledging that life on this mortal coil keeps marching on even tho i want to stop it, just for a short time, to keep my baby boy frozen in time because he is growing up too too fast.
before i drown poor fredster, who is laying on my chest, with my tears, i must change this dreary subject!
mom and dad brought about 4 dozen corn over the weekend from her cousin. i spent sunday night shucking and processing the corn to freeze. a pain in the ass, but since i love making homemade corn chowder and hubby's chicken corn soup, it is a necessary thing to do. i used a new knife this year, a curved paring rada knife i bought from a lady at knitting, and it worked like a dream. cutting corn off the cob is usually a messy process but the knife kept it pretty clean and i didn't have a lot of errant kernels to clean up. i prolly hate shucking the corn the worse, with the messy silk and all. if scientists are going to mess with changing the genetics of corn, can they at least make a variety that doesn't have messy silk? then mom brought MORE corn this morning, from their neighbors - i prolly have half a dozen ears there. won't be too hard to process. then a family at my church has a field full of corn that was grown for the church meals (the kitchen committee processes corn for meals held throughout the year). there was so much corn left over they wanted the congregation to come out and pick some. i had planned to do that, get a couple dozen, but then mom got corn from her cousin. we probably have about a dozen gallon bags of corn in the freezer now, the corn mom brought today will make a bag, and there's a slight dozen ears in the fridge we didn't eat sunday night that i might as well cut off and freeze. talk about being bestowed by the good lord - i had planned on spending several dollars on corn to process only to have dozens and dozens of ears given to us.
boy, has school really changed since i was in kindergarten. when i was 5, all i worried about was getting a pencil with an eraser on it and sharing the wheels with the bristle blocks and fighting over who sat at the blue table. the boy has writing, math, reading, stuff i did in first grade. i shouldn't be worried - the boy knows his letters and numbers and has some basic math and reading under his belt, but i worry that i didn't teach him enough. didn't spend enough time reading to him and going over numbers. hubby says i'm nuts, that he'll be okay. i also worry that he'll get rammy and get into trouble becos his mind drifts sometimes. although last night he did really good sitting at the table, coloring the paper his teacher gave him as she explained procedures. some of the other kids were loud and misbehaved. i guess i just don't give him enough credit.
as we were driving home hubby commented that at 36 years old, he felt like he wasn't old enough to have a child in school. i told him that we were old parents - a lot of my high school classmates have kids in upper middle school already! my best friend's son will go to college in 2 years. and we're starting over with babies again! it feels weird, stuck between 2 worlds, a child in school and 2 babies at home. i never saw myself in this place, but here i am.
last night i had my good cry in the shower, thinking about the boy going to school already. i hold my babies and feed them and stroke their hair, and it only seems like yesterday that i was doing the same to the boy, hearing him gulp his milk, listening to his contented sighs, changing his tiny diapers. where did the past 6 years go? how did they fly by so quickly? when did my baby grow up? this was compounded by the fact that we couldn't find his lovey, snoopy, who has been missing since saturday (mystery solved - he was in the bathroom closet, of all places). the boy didn't even seem to care that he didn't have snoops at bedtime. yet again, old diva is nutters for freaking over a missing lovey. maybe it's my hormones? early SAD settling in? or finally acknowledging that life on this mortal coil keeps marching on even tho i want to stop it, just for a short time, to keep my baby boy frozen in time because he is growing up too too fast.
before i drown poor fredster, who is laying on my chest, with my tears, i must change this dreary subject!
mom and dad brought about 4 dozen corn over the weekend from her cousin. i spent sunday night shucking and processing the corn to freeze. a pain in the ass, but since i love making homemade corn chowder and hubby's chicken corn soup, it is a necessary thing to do. i used a new knife this year, a curved paring rada knife i bought from a lady at knitting, and it worked like a dream. cutting corn off the cob is usually a messy process but the knife kept it pretty clean and i didn't have a lot of errant kernels to clean up. i prolly hate shucking the corn the worse, with the messy silk and all. if scientists are going to mess with changing the genetics of corn, can they at least make a variety that doesn't have messy silk? then mom brought MORE corn this morning, from their neighbors - i prolly have half a dozen ears there. won't be too hard to process. then a family at my church has a field full of corn that was grown for the church meals (the kitchen committee processes corn for meals held throughout the year). there was so much corn left over they wanted the congregation to come out and pick some. i had planned to do that, get a couple dozen, but then mom got corn from her cousin. we probably have about a dozen gallon bags of corn in the freezer now, the corn mom brought today will make a bag, and there's a slight dozen ears in the fridge we didn't eat sunday night that i might as well cut off and freeze. talk about being bestowed by the good lord - i had planned on spending several dollars on corn to process only to have dozens and dozens of ears given to us.
I was very emotional when my son started kindergarten last year. You also just had twins. Your hormones alone...it's no wonder you're crying. Poor thing. He'll probably love it and then you'll feel much happier because he'll be happy.
ReplyDeleteMy son starts first grade on Sept. 9th. I'm excited for him this time. He got the teacher he wanted and he's all revved up and ready to go!
g is looking forward to school and was so excited that one of his friends was at his table. i think he's going to do fine too. maybe i don't give *myself* enough credit that he'll be okay! i was just as emotional when he went to preschool the past 2 years. throw in the babies and my hormones and it's the perfect storm for tears!
ReplyDeleteon the upside with the boy in school i can focus on the babies more and catch up on rest...and the boy can be himself at school and get a break from the babies. :)