Still adjusting

Gabe “only” cried four times at school yesterday, he says. Sheesh, this is killing me. I never saw this coming – not from my kid who pranced into preschool without a concern beyond whether it would be “any fun” if he had to be nice to everybody. Admittedly, he’s the one of my boys who had any separation anxiety as a baby (Sam was such an extrovert that he barely acknowledged my leaving childcare rooms, in his haste to greet all the other babies and teachers), but that was long ago. He’s been my tough guy for years now, so this sensitivity came out of left field.

But he likes his teachers, and he likes his classes, especially gym. He does refuse to buy a hot lunch, saying he’s “scared” to do that, but I certainly don’t mind packing a cold lunch for him. (Sam thinks he’s crazy, passing up opportunities for corn dogs and pizza.)

Tonight we pile on more, with our church’s Bible Blast kick-off. But both boys did it last year, so at least it’s not “new” for either kid. Sam, though, will be doing the highest level this year, with readings from an actual Bible instead of from the simplified graphic novel version, so that’ll be different.

Speaking of graphic novels, last night he “discovered” a graphic novel that’s been on his bookshelf for months, and it’s the “best book ever!” In a fit of exhaustion from myself, both boys were also led to discover Ramen noodles last night, which also got billing as “best ever.” Graphic novels and Ramen. Eric says I’m training them for college early.