Max and Sam's First Day of School and a Sam Update

Sammy doesn't like change.  We knew we'd need to prep him for first grade.  

We told him he'd have a new teacher.  (It took a few weeks, but he came to grips with it.)

We told him he'd be in a new class room.  (He adjusted.)

We neglected to tell him he'd have all new classmates. 

 He was NOT happy.  

Obviously.

 He cheered up a little once we got to school, though.

("If I have to hug my brother, I'll squeeze him super tight just 'cause I'm a punk!")

 It's been a good year so far.   Sam has had a few more irrational melt-downs than usual, but he's (slowly) adjusting.  He told me last night "The thing I don't like about first grade is when my teacher tells me we're doing an activity, and then she gives us a paper.  We get SOO MANY PAPERS!!!"

He likes his new teacher and class though and has only been sent to the principle for fighting once.

(!$%&@#!)

 (sigh!  His defense was "I saw some kids beating him (the victim) up and I just helped them!  I like to help people!!!")

(Some people's children!  SERIOUSLY!!!)

(Yes, I did give him a lengthy lecture and told him to direct his helpfulness towards the VICTIM next time!!!)

(Yes, I did bang my head against the wall wailing "WHY?" and wondering where I went wrong as a mother.)

(So far both of our school age sons have been sent to the principle for fighting.  Max twice last year.)

(Yes, I did decide it must be all Doug's fault.)

I'm placing all my hopes and dreams on Gabe being my angel child.  (No pressure Gabey!)

So far so good.  


But cross your fingers for me just in case.