When I visited Aiden’s class on Monday for “All About Me Day” one of his classmates asked him if he liked to watch “rasslin” on TV. Aiden stared at him blankly and I had to say, “No, Aiden doesn’t watch wrestling.” The kid then proceeded to tell us that it comes on at 9:00 or 9:30. Aiden’s teacher gasped and asked what he was doing up so late. I was shocked, too. All of our kids go to bed between 8:00 and 8:30. The only day of the week that they get to stay up late is Wednesday night because we’re at church and my choir rehearsal runs until after 9:00.
So my question is this: What time does your first grader go to bed?
Aiden’s teacher was very firm when she told that kid, “Eight o’clock is a first grader’s bedtime.” And I agree. Weigh in on the poll below and leave me a comment if you have anything to add.
So last night at Wednesday Night Supper, I did a double-take when I noticed Corey was sitting at The Girls’ Table. In years past, the children who enjoy sitting together at supper have always divided themselves by gender. Back then, the boys considered the girls “gross” and the feelings were mutual. It worked out OK for the most part, except when The Boys’ Table got rowdy and I had to make my boys sit with me.
At his school last year, Corey was constantly complaining about a certain girl in his class who liked to pick on him. He refused to believe that this girl actually liked him and that’s why she bugged him all the time. But she was all he talked about even if it was whining about what she said or did or how she got him in trouble.
When school started a few weeks ago, he told me a secret: he likes HER. And she likes HIM. Oh my!
“See, I told you she likes you. And I also told you that you’d probably be into girls this year.”
Corey looked at me for a second and said,
“Yeah. And girls are pretty into me, too.”
Hold up! My little boy is growing up and having girlfriends now. It’s so crazy. Last night, Jamie told me that Corey was getting chased by a new girl in the Junior Choir. Corey told him all about it, too. He said that he looked at that girl and said,
“One of these three things is true: 1) You like me, 2) I like you, or 3) we both like each other.”
Then he said,
“And daddy, it was number one that was the truth.”
Aiden learned a song about a panda and it’s sung to the tune of “You Are My Sunshine”:
I am a Panda
A furry Panda
I live in China
And eat bamboo
It is a thick grass
That grows in my land
and it’s not that easy to chew
Cute, right?
Well. Simon has tried and tried to sing this song, and it has gone through several revision processes. When he first adapted it into his three-year-old speak, the song went something like this:
A panda
A panda
A furry china
A FURRY CHINAAAAAAAA
Since Jamie is twelve and I am also of a lower level of maturity, we have had several belly laughs over the panda song. This morning, before taking the boys to school, Jamie announced Simon’s latest interpretation. He no longer sings about “a furry china.” The song is now about “a furry pan-china.”
I’ll be honest with you guys: I’m not a fan of sugary cereals. I’d rather not feed them to my children either! I signed up to get a Trix Swirls Creative Kid Basket because it had art supplies in it. But you know, I can’t always be the good, crunchy mom I want to be. I indulge in the occasional corn syrup and food coloring myself. I work hard not to do it all the time, though! It’s a process, you guys. A process.
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