He Calls Himself a "Rofeshinal Artist"

This year has been rough for me in the sense of having to let go. I have felt so disconnected to my kindergartner's daily life. It's nobodies fault, but it's probably normal for the mom to blame "the other woman"... in this case (irrationally) his teacher. She's done nothing wrong, in fact Adam has even referred to her as "amazing", and I've been very happy and the variety and consistency of good work that comes home. If only I could be a fly on the wall. I want to see him with his friends, see him raising his hand, see his smile when he gets praised for good work. Will it be the huge smile where his dimples show?

Leaps and bounds of growth, and we're only at 20 weeks. Pride bubbling over from him in his ability to read and write. Sounding out words and often correctly reading signs, names, titles. Using words like actually, splendid, marvelous, interesting, phenomenal...(might be better credited to his pre-k teacher, even). Looking at the wall clock... and reading it correctly! Wow, all I remember doing in kindergarten is playing dolls.

He's growing in both the academic, and er...non-academic. I've gotta hand it to him, I don't even know my superheroes all that well and I can identify them all. Crazy that he could barely draw a face last June.
And Zachary asked.."Adam, are they heroing up?"
Love, love, love raising boys.