Meet the Teacher
Last Thursday night was Meet the Teacher night. Kegan had a certain teacher in mind that he was hoping to get (I was hoping he would get her too.) We showed up to the school and went to the first grade hallway. We looked at the list, and sadly, he didn't get who he/we were hoping for.
Kegan pointing to the list (this is the, "Mom I don't want to pose for a picture look!)
We proceeded to the room, to meet his teacher, and check out the classroom. He was happy to see two of his friends from kindergarten in his class!
first pic with the new teacher, Ms. Owen
Kegan found his name plate
First Day
We decided that Kegan needed a little more responsibility this school year. So, the weekend before school started, we went to the store and got Kegan his very own alarm clock, for his bedroom. We then sat down and made a list of the expectations for each morning. (In the past, he was know to piddle around in the morning.) He is in charge of getting up when his alarm goes off, and turning it off. He also needs to get dressed, brush his teeth, put gel in his hair (he decided on that one), put his shoes on & tie them, finally, he is expected to turn off his light and his bathroom light and come downstairs to take his medicine & eat breakfast. As of day 3, he has done an amazingly great job at all the morning "chores". He did realize on the first day, after putting on his brand new tennis shoes, that he forgot how to tie his shoes...I guess he wore flip flops too much this summer :)
Back to school breakfast....how handsome is he??
Ready to go in, with teacher gift in hand!
a little sucking up won't hurt, right?
the crew that walks or rides bikes to school together!
In his seat, ready for his first day! And a little love for sister!
Yes, that is his backpack.
Yes, it might possibly be the most hideous backpack sold this year.
Yes, I let him pick it out himself (with no persuasion from mom)
And Yes, it is not monogrammed (somehow monogram didn't seem to fit the style of the backpack.)
This is Mommy letting go of full control (as hard as it may be)
Each day Kegan has come home raving about how much he likes his teacher (yay!) and all the wonderful things that happened that day. ex. "We got three handful of marbles in the jar today!" "My teacher has a sweet voice!" "My teacher is really nice!" "My teacher smiles at me when she is across the room!" So I guess, even though we didn't get the teacher, we thought we wanted, it turned out better than we could have hoped for!
After the first day of school I said, "Kegan do you want a peanut butter sandwich again for lunch?" He relied, "Oh yes, I really love the peanut butter sandwiches!"I go to make his lunch and open his sandwich box to find this
Oh, wow, it is very apparent that you LOVE the peanut butter sandwich!
It turns out that he does LOVE the peanut butter sandwich he just didn't have time to finish, you know, with all the socializing! First day of school...he makes friends very quickly!
(notice I did get to monogram the lunchbox with my new favorite font!)
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