I can't believe I have a kindergartner! Dallin was excited to be a Franklin Firebird and didn't seem the least bit nervous. I, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. Would he eat his lunch? Would he remember where his classroom was? What would happen when he had to go to the bathroom for the third time in ten minutes? We even had a practice timed lunch beforehand to make sure he could open everything and eat in the time allowed....it would be a miracle.
The first week was an adjustment. All-day school was a bit long for a little guy who still took naps! The first couple days I picked him up he was on one. He was irrational in his irritations.. "Why did you park in this parking spot." "Ella is looking at me!" "Why are the babies in those seats?" all said in the most ornery tone. By Friday I was convinced I was going to have to pull Dallin out of kindergarten and he would just have to start school when he was 8 or something. But as time has passed he has adapted and is doing great. His penmanship is awesome and it is fun seeing him learn all those phonograms just like I remember doing. OUGH: "o..oo..uf..off..aw..ow"..that's always been my favorite!
