Tyler goes to Fifth Grade

Over the last week Tyler has been rather ho hummy about going back to school. This was a first for him. He's usually so excited to go back. Then as it neared even closer he began going back and forth between statements such as, "I think we need eight more years of summer" and "I'm ready!!" Last night he wasn't so ready again.

As he was getting into the shower he asked me to remind him to put deodorant on in the morning, because he knew I'd be up there singing in the morning. Traditionally my husband's mother would sing to him on the first day of school. We've adapted the tradition and sing to them every Monday morning.

School Days, School Days, WONDERFUL WONDERFUL, School Days, School Days. There's reading and writing and a-rith-me-tic. It's enough to make youuu SICKKKK!

Six am came mighty early for me this morning. Per usual I woke up in the middle of the night. WIDE awake. No going back to sleep. Also per usual, I was beginning to get tired again long about the time the alarm went off. The Hubs got up and went up stairs to get Blonde Eyes. He sang to her. She threw things at him. He continued singing.

I laid in bed till the alarm went off again fifteen minutes later. I found Tyler sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal. HEY! I thought I was suppose to come sing to you. WHY are you down here? He proclaimed that he just woke up early. Fine, Fine. Blonde Eyes announces that she is really too old to be sang to in such a fashion. *busts out my best obnoxious singing voice* Blonde Eyes took this as her queue to leave. Tyler sat patiently eating his cereal and listening to me. Tradition is tradition is tradition.

I had bought Tyler a lunch kit that came with 4 containers that hook together and an icepack that also connects to them. I prepacked Tyler's lunch last night. His left over chicken strips, baby carrots, baby tomatoes, mixed fruit (in juice NOT syrup). I got up this morning and put the ice pack in between the containers and grabbed him a juice pouch. Wrote him a note and stuck it inside his lunchbox. Tyler then asks what could he take for snack? 

M - What makes you think fifth graders get snacks?!
T - Well, I could take a snack and ask when we get there. If she says no... you could take it back.

So, I let him grab a bag of pretzels. He fills up his water bottle. I grabbed some of the special paper that they started having him write on last year.

Waiting for Grandma. It was REALLY bright outside. Tyler did NOT like facing the sun for this picture.

Tyler had insisted that he ALWAYS gets a ride the first day of school so Grandma came and picked us up. (For those who do not know, I do not drive and am perfectly fine walking.) I had told Tyler he could sit up front so he could chat with Grandma on the way to school. She told him since it was the first day of school, and with him having a game this afternoon that she decided to work from home. She offered to pick him up if he'd like. SCORE!! His dreams are all falling into place.

We get to his class, and his teacher is standing at the door with a cup of popsicle sticks. On them she has written the names of colleges that coincide with college stickers on the desks. This is her method of seating. Tyler picks the stick for South Alabama. This happens to have been the school the teacher went to. Which makes him elated until he notices other college options that he missed out on.

He sits his bag down on his chair and starts pulling out his stuff. He get's his coveted Trapper Keeper out. He begins telling a boy about his BRAND NEW JUST GOT IT SATURDAY backpack. The boy says, I'm just using the same one I used last year. Oh, that's sad. It's going to break... 

He finds the bag of pretzels and rushes over to ask if fifth graders still get to have snacks. He runs back hollering about snack and stuffs his pretzels in his desk. I showed the teacher the special paper and explained to her how Tyler has some real handwriting problems, and how to combat that he needs reminders to write neatly and slowly. Also this is some special paper they started having him use last year that I will leave with him but they said you can just get it from the handwriting specialist. She said awesome and that she would pass that info along to his Language Arts teacher.

We get his box of supplies that we ordered from the school and set them on his desk. Tyler then asks the teacher if he opens it now or later. She told him that they would open them after specials so for now just set the supplies on your desk. 

Specials? Specials? When are we going to specials? 
8:50. 
EIGHT FIFTY?!?! REALLLYY?! 
Yup. 
What special do we have today? 
We have... *turns and points to a specials schedule on the wall* 
P.E.?!?! First day of school and we have P.E.?!

At this moment I am quite certain that the Heavens have opened up and have poured their blessings down upon Tyler. You could almost see the artificial lighting honing in to encircle him in an exclamation of the universe coming together JUST for him. I think it's safe to say that today, at the very least, will be ok for him.

Tyler & his primary teacher. By the way, he likes her because she's probably the tallest teacher in the school.