New Ventures for the Little Man.
So my munchking began school and at first he was fine then he went through a day or two of trepidation and now he's just loving it. Every day he gets up at either 5:30 or 6:00 am only too happy to get ready to go to school. He's always loved a routine and he has certainly soaked this one up for all it's worth. The whole idea of getting ready for school, choosing what breakfast item he can take with him in the car (usually grapes, bannanas or cheerios - occassionally if I stop for breakfast, apple pie suffices) is just wonderful for him. Once we get in the car and get to the gate of our complex, I ask him what direction we should go and he chooses which way Mum shoudl drive him to school that day.
When he arrives at school, he announces that he's at his new school and that we need to go and find Ms. Angie, who's he's classroom assistant. His lead teacher is Ms. Liz, but he just has a special place for Ms. Angie. In the mornings, he rushes to hug her and she and he walk around the playground to get ready for the other children to arrive.
I could not be happier with Tristan's language development. His reports from school for the first few weeks were typical in that he was taking time to adjust and wasn't listening as he should but in the last week, his reports have been wonderful. Apparently, he's talkign up a storm which is exactly what they want him to do. He's also communicating with us in a lot more in a meaningful manner. He tries to talk about the people at school (Gina, Jalen and Matthew are his classmates) and the things that he does at school. The best part was one day I asked him a question about school and it took about about 2 minutes before he answered, but he gave me a list of things he did.
1. Circle Time
2. Told me the songs he sang.
3. Worked on puzzles
4. Had lunch
5. Played on the playground
6. Took the bus to Grandma.
I was elated, I'd never had him do that before. You had to take your time and decipher but he did respond and not just with one thing, but with a list. Who knew?
He and his Dad have also had some interesting situations. Munchkin is supposed to take the school bus to his grandma two days a week. However, when his Dad went to pick him up one day he flatly refused to go with him because he wants to ride the bus. So now he rides the bus every day and Dad picks him up from grandma and that seems to be working pretty well. This week his Dad decided to get him some fish. On Wednesday they got all the tank paraphanalia and that was set up. On Thursday he got two goldfish. His Dad refers to his goldfish as "Dorothy" since that's the name of Elmo's fish. But when I asked Tristan the name of his fish, he promptly told me "Nemo." Now I don't know if one is "Ne" and the other is "Mo", but hey they are his fish and he gets to call them pretty much whatever he wants.
His Dad made one big boo-boo however. He left the fish food where Tristan could get a hold of it and he promptly emptied the entire container into the tank. I was sympathetic to Tris and told his Dad that he really couldn't punish him because that was just one temptation that was too much for a toddler to resist and that it was up to Paul to put the food where Tris couldnt' get it. Paul didn't get my drift until I reminded him that as grown ass as he was, he still fiddled with items whenever he was in a new place - what made Tris any different. That sure shut him up.
So on Friday morning, he had to go and empty the tank, clean it, condition it and put back the fish. I suggested he get one of those scavenger fish that help keep tanks clean by eating debris. We'll see how it goes.
When he arrives at school, he announces that he's at his new school and that we need to go and find Ms. Angie, who's he's classroom assistant. His lead teacher is Ms. Liz, but he just has a special place for Ms. Angie. In the mornings, he rushes to hug her and she and he walk around the playground to get ready for the other children to arrive.
I could not be happier with Tristan's language development. His reports from school for the first few weeks were typical in that he was taking time to adjust and wasn't listening as he should but in the last week, his reports have been wonderful. Apparently, he's talkign up a storm which is exactly what they want him to do. He's also communicating with us in a lot more in a meaningful manner. He tries to talk about the people at school (Gina, Jalen and Matthew are his classmates) and the things that he does at school. The best part was one day I asked him a question about school and it took about about 2 minutes before he answered, but he gave me a list of things he did.
1. Circle Time
2. Told me the songs he sang.
3. Worked on puzzles
4. Had lunch
5. Played on the playground
6. Took the bus to Grandma.
I was elated, I'd never had him do that before. You had to take your time and decipher but he did respond and not just with one thing, but with a list. Who knew?
He and his Dad have also had some interesting situations. Munchkin is supposed to take the school bus to his grandma two days a week. However, when his Dad went to pick him up one day he flatly refused to go with him because he wants to ride the bus. So now he rides the bus every day and Dad picks him up from grandma and that seems to be working pretty well. This week his Dad decided to get him some fish. On Wednesday they got all the tank paraphanalia and that was set up. On Thursday he got two goldfish. His Dad refers to his goldfish as "Dorothy" since that's the name of Elmo's fish. But when I asked Tristan the name of his fish, he promptly told me "Nemo." Now I don't know if one is "Ne" and the other is "Mo", but hey they are his fish and he gets to call them pretty much whatever he wants.
His Dad made one big boo-boo however. He left the fish food where Tristan could get a hold of it and he promptly emptied the entire container into the tank. I was sympathetic to Tris and told his Dad that he really couldn't punish him because that was just one temptation that was too much for a toddler to resist and that it was up to Paul to put the food where Tris couldnt' get it. Paul didn't get my drift until I reminded him that as grown ass as he was, he still fiddled with items whenever he was in a new place - what made Tris any different. That sure shut him up.
So on Friday morning, he had to go and empty the tank, clean it, condition it and put back the fish. I suggested he get one of those scavenger fish that help keep tanks clean by eating debris. We'll see how it goes.
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