First Day of K-4 and Other Adventures

My aunt Marjean reminded me that I haven't blogged in awhile. I'm not sure where time goes, but it goes.

Gavin had his first day of school on Wednesday. He went right in, happy to be there. I hung around a minute too long and he got a little clingy, but no tears were shed. His teacher Mrs. Julia does a system where a green paper sent home was a good day, yellow was an ok day, and red is a time out kind of day. Well, Gavin was sure to tell me that he had an ok day before I checked his book bag. Sure enough inside was a yellow paper (I'm sure she was being gracious not handing out a red on the first day). On the yellow paper was a note saying that "Gavin was repeatedly asked to sit down at lunch:("
Frankly, I've threatened to put him back in his high chair to get him to sit down for any meal. He promises he'll work hard for a green paper tomorrow.

In the meantime we've had a few other adventures. Gavin is no longer small enough to fit in the front of a grocery cart seat and he climbs out if I put him in the back of the cart when I'm not looking. So I often don't bother. This time I was at the store on base and he left me while I was paying at the check out counter. The next thing I know I hear on the intercom, "Gavin's mom, please come back to the Powerzone area, Gavin's mom." I was proud of him for asking for help, but still embarrassed and frustrated that he can't just stay by my side and understand that there are bad people in this world. I don't know how else to explain this to him so he understands the danger.

We've told Gavin in the past that if anyone tries to take him away to yell, "You're not my mom." Well, he embarrassed me yet again by trying it out after leaving open house at his new school. He ran to the door and I walked up behind him to open the door. In front of several parents he says, "You're not my mom" as I try to exit the building. SO NOT COOL! A little girl walking with her mom says to the mom, "Is that not his mommy?" The mom replies quietly, "I don't know, I hope so." I wanted to evaporate into thin air, but all I could think to say to the lady was, "He must be practicing what we've taught him." Really?