In September of last year, we enrolled Seamus in the pre-school program here on base. It was 3 days a week, for 3 hours, and was delightfully convenient in location (literally right behind my house). The experience was, well, horrible. We ended up puling Seamus out after only a few sessions. (If you'd like to read about what happened, start at the bottom and work your way up here.) In a nutshell, I was told that my child was too easygoing and laid-back. What a horrible thing to be! (sarcasm)
After we pulled him out, I began homeschooling him with some curriculum I picked up at a homeschooling store here along with our Hooked on Phonics program that he got for Christmas. We learned counting, letters, writing, and some basic reading. It all went great, but I came to realize that I do not possess the patience to do this for 13 years, no matter how much I wish I did.
Ready to leave (note to self: clean the storm door, Shanna)
Walking into school with Daddy.
Listening to his teacher, Miss Summers (that's the TA, Miss Brown, in the background).
Daddy showing masses of concern whilst we wait for the bus at the bus stop. And by masses of concern, I mean for his 3G network coverage and WoW Podcast Download.
Showing the bus driver his tag.
Getting off the bus.
All in all, great day. He can't wait to go back on Monday. I'm so happy that he enjoys school, is excited about it. I'm so proud of him…but I'm torn between being so proud and being so sad. I can't believe he is so grown up. He didn't cry when we left, which shows that he is a secure child, but man, oh, man…wasn't he just born last week?