1st Grade, 2nd Grade

School started for myself and the boys two weeks ago, Chris started last week, and we're now full in the swing of things. It's a bit chaotic at times, but I think that's normal. Logan has the same teacher he had last year - in fact, she has the same class she had last year plus 3 more students. We're happy about that. She is one of those teachers that people want to teach their children because she has control of the class, and because she genuinely cares about the students and loves them. So Logan is happy as can be back at school, though he's never really had any problems with going to school.

Declan is doing fine in his class, too. He seems to enjoy his teacher and I haven't (and won't) let on about how I did not get a good impression from her and she has not in any way done a thing to improve that. However, as long as he's happy and getting what he needs out of school I'll just sort of keep an eye on things and not fuss over it too much. Declan has told me a couple of times already that he doesn't like school and doesn't want to go. When I talk to him about it to find out why exactly that is, the conversation always goes in the direction of how he doesn't like to sit and do work and would rather do his own thing. No surprise there. That's a Declan issue that he will have to learn to deal with in life and I'm hoping time and maturity will be big factors in that adjustment for him.

This is the boys on the first day of school. Logan had been so excited to start that he popped out of bed and got himself dressed early. Declan wanted to look cool, so he chose that blue shirt and insisted the collar be up instead of down. That's how the cool kids do it, you know? Logan, in the true oppositeness of Logan and Declan, insists on wearing a collared shirt completely buttoned up and the collar down flat.

First World Problems

We were at the go-get-your-shoes-and-socks-on point of the morning. Declan emerged from their bedroom with his trademark scowl, brimming with at-ti-tude.

Declan: You know what's really getting old?

Me: What?

Declan: THESE!

"THESE!" was a pair of white socks.

Apparently the drawer-full of white socks was enough to push him over the edge. He wants something with color. I just want easy street when folding laundry.