Friday, September 30, 2011

This *is* what's happening, hawtstuff.


School is in full swing, and the boys are settling in nicely.  Rylan at his preschool, and Jaysen in 5th grade.
I still can't believe I have a 5th grader, and my baby will start kindergarten next year.

School is going alright- I am sensing some things happening that I am not in favor of, but we'll see where they go.  Jaysen has been moved to the Resource Room for the bigger portion of his day, and I am still not understanding what preempted this move.  I mean, they even moved his locker to the RR.  Erp?  Hmm.

Jaysen's Resource teacher tells me Jaysen has friends, and kids genuinely like him.  Jaysen told me yesterday, that kids don't want to play with him at recess.  We talked a little about interests, and his BFF is very sporty and prefers to play soccer or Basketball at recess.  Jaysen does not.  Jaysen would rather run around the playground, scaling the slide, pretending he's Mario, vanquishing Koopas and Goombas.  I suggested he approach a group of kids and ask them if he could join them.  As soon as those words left my mouth, that horrifying feeling of rejection came flooding back to me.  How many times as a kid, did I ask others if I could join them on the playground, only to be met with a "no"?  Ohmigawd, that sucked.  It forced me into a shell of insecurity and extreme diffidence, that I never really fully recovered from.  I tried to quickly lay out another option of finding a kid that also looks alone, and asking that kid to play.  He liked that idea too. 

Also?  He really likes viola.  He's doing pretty well in the class- except they keep losing his shoulder pad... but he just took a test on the parts of the viola, and he rocked it at home.  We'll see how he did in school under pressure.  Haha.  But really, it's been almost a month, and he hasn't even complained once about the viola.  Not even about carrying it to and from school.  Am impressed.  :)  Especially since I can't help him at all.  I was not an orchestra student and know nothing about any string instruments.  He liked to play with my old clarinet when I had it, so why did he choose the viola?  Because the person who demonstrated the viola, played the Mario Theme song on it.  Cheater.  That is such a bitch move to sucker kids into the viola.  It's brilliant.

In other news...
Jaysen has already made the announcement that today is the last day of September, which brings us to October, which means his birthday will be a mere 15 days away. 
Can't argue that excitement- this is a big one.  Double digits, baby! 
Okay, well that and he knows he's getting a Nintendo 3DS. 
Because I'm a sucker.
The 3DS does not get good reviews, but you cannot break the iron-clad will of my child once he has his heart/mind set to something.



The "unboxing"
 
BTW, this is his I like this, but I have no idea what the hell I'm doing face.

Is it a pillow, or a viola?  Hmmm....must investigate.

Oh hey!

 
Lots more to share later, munchkins!

Friday, September 9, 2011

Cellar Door

Does it ever seem like crazy stuff only happens to you?  I hope so because I am really starting to think some Greater Being has it out for me or something, and I'd hate to go down alone.  I'm eyeballing you, Xenu. 

I mean seriously.  Let's just look at this for a minute.
My house burns down. here
I do a botch job at cutting my thumb off with a can lid. here
I have a uterine ablation that had no success. here
I have a hysterectomy. here
I get parvo. here
My son needs surgery. here
I demand that my son stay in the school that he is currently in with his friends, only to find the new assistant principal is the old principal from the shitty-school-that-shall-not-be-named. (more on this later)
and oh yeah, I need another hysterectomy. 

Yeah, see...the funny thing about me, is if there's ever "a very small percentage..." just accept and expect that I'm in that minute insignificant group of people that bizarre things happen to. 

Because seriously who has two hysterectomies?  Oh right, people who are me.  It makes perfect sense now.   

It's like a movie.  Hysterectomy Part Deux: This time, it's cervical.

I'm pretty sure this is how wormholes are created.
If you meet your parallel self and you're way cooler than your real self- you're welcome.


Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Ready...set...

I have so much updating I need to do- not to mention my blog was hijacked and I couldn't get in...it's a little overwhelming, but I promise I will get there.  Pinky Swear.
But first-
You all know what today is, right?

Did you really think Jaysen was going to start 5th grade without my annual
First Day of School Freakout?!?
Hahaha....no...you know me better than that!
I am realizing, though, that The Freakouts are happening for a shorter period of time, so that's improvement...

We met the Resource Room teacher and he seems Awesome.  I'm very excited that he remembered Jaysen from ESY, and said they worked well together.  He also is kind of "tech-y", and is willing to help and encourage Jaysen's interest with basic computer-stuffs.  Double bonus there.  His Super-Awesome Resource Room teacher from The Awesome School is now his guidance counselor, so we also have that going for us.  It really looks like his year is going to start off with the right supports.  There's a couple of craperiffic things going on this year too, such as the horrible principal from the Bad School is now his assistant principal, and his parapro seems kind of clueless, but I'm hoping neither of those will be issues this year.  Om...

Jaysen was totally excited to start school today.
This is pretty huge, since for one, said child is getting bigger, with all new "big kid" responsibilities, such as *ahem* deodorant usage and the like, but also changes in our district, have now made him an "upper elementary" student.  Ooh-la-la!  This means a total change. 
New school, new teachers, new schedules, new kids, new curriculum, and holy shit LOCKERS....it's just a whole buncha NEW.  We don't usually do Teh New.  But Jaysen was excited, and that's always a bonus.  Except this year he didn't make me wait for the bus 45 minutes early.  Yay!


Here's what I think helped his new routine:

       
Awesome idea:  Morning routine written on mirror with a dry erase marker.  This way, he checks off the steps that need to be carried out to make a new morning routine. 
Smooooth, like buttah.                                 



Really, Mom....the camera?  I'm just brushing my hair. 
Give it a rest, yo.



Ta-da!  All ready for the First Day of School!  Yes, I tucked in the offending pockets. 
Also, need to work on the striking a pose.  Lookout Village People.



And here's what I think helped me:
Cheers.