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Last Hurrah
Yesterday morning we went up to the school to drop off school supplies and sign up for the PTA and other such things. His teacher Mrs B had a great little scavenger hunt set up for the kids, to help them become familiar with the classroom layout. A good time was had by all, and Christopher made a buddy who also happens to sit at his table. He begrudgingly gave us another half-point of excitement, bringing the total to....
let's see...carry the one...
1.5%.
After that, we went to Schlitterbahn with some friends. Christopher, the same boy who'd made me show him the Bahn's website all summer because he was so excited about going, cried before almost every one of the rides.
The first ride had a long ride, so by the time it was our turn, he'd gone through what seemed to be all the stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Also, intermittent nervous, hysterical laughing appears to be an extra stage in Christopher's process.
I'm sure you know the ending to the story: he loved every single one of the rides and asked to go on the scariest one (seen in pic) over and over.
I tried subtly to tie this in to the adventure he'll be starting on Monday - things that are new & different often turn out to be great fun! - but he caught on to my sneaky attempt and said that that was only for rides, not school.
However, this morning he told me that I could only hug him before school if I did it outside, not inside the classroom. Despite his insistence to the contrary, I think he's ready.
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Yes, but are you? Good luck to you both on Monday.
I LOVE THAT BOY.
I can only hope E is like that.
E.
who was up at five
went nonstop and is longing to conk and Im dragging her OUT :)
C.