Wednesday, August 15, 2012
We got a couple of criticisms from the teacher, though. First, he's not great at cutting. Uh, that is because I don't let him near scissors, lady!! Is this something he should have mastered by now, and I have now stunted his cutting growth? I have let him use plastic scissors on play dough, and I think that's just fine. I'm not looking for fewer digits or shorn curly locks around here. As you can see, he still has all 10 fingers (as does Rowan) and we wait until the very. last. moment. to cut his hair when he is in need.
Second, teacher told me that he's not that great at picking up the toys. TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW. The boy can take 10 minutes shelving ONE book. No joke. So I made him pick up all the toys before bed instead of just the few he usually does. So there you go, teach. I'm ON IT.
And lastly, he doesn't focus very well. Also, something I already know. But in his defense, it WAS the first day of school for him. In a new place with new toys and new boys and girls. I'm not too worried about that one.
All in all, we survived. Rowan was beside herself when she couldn't stay too. After Fletcher told me goodbye, Rowan waved and also cheerfully chirped, "Bye, mama!" Guess I won't have to worry about seperation anxiety with that one, either.
Oh, and about Fletcher wanting to be a Papa when he grows up. He specified he wanted to be a Papa that stayed home and didn't work. I told him he still would have to work, it would just be work like laundry, dishes, and cooking. He said he wanted to be a stay at home Papa that didn't know how to do anything. Ha! I shortened it for the picture.