Yesterday marked the end of Cooper’s first week of summer school. First week of any kind of school, actually, and it flew by!
He only attends Tues through Thursday from 9 a.m. until noon, and Tuesday when I got him ready to go and we arrived at the school, I was nervous and distracted. I told one of his teachers that this was a first for both of us, and she assured me he’d be fine. She didn’t really need to assure me when I witnessed him march right into the classroom ahead of me, approach the only teacher in sight, shake her hand and say “Hi! I’m Cooper Jones! You have lots of toys in here!” That’s my boy. Not a shy bone in that little 35 lb. body.
When I drove away, I had gradiose plans to take the dog for a walk, do a couple of loads of laudry, clean the living room, empty the dishwasher, water all of the outdoor plants, and a few other tasks. Turns out, 3 hours goes by pretty quickly. Especially when I spent the first 15 minutes of it just sort of standing dumbfounded in the living room marvelling at how quiet it was!
Cooper loves going to school and the first thing out of his mouth on this rainy Saturday morning was “don’t I have school today?” Um, nope. Today, my boy, you will actually be forced to hang out with dear old Mom and Dad.
This is him choosing not to pose for a picture on the first day of school.
And him really posing on Day 2 when I was the only parent to send their kid to school in their new camp t-shirt.
Awwww, I love his plaid pants and polo for the first day of school! I’m happy to hear it’s going so well.