Yesterday was a big day around our household. It heralded many Firsts, including…..
First day of School for both kids.
First day of Kindergarten for Batman.
First day of me working for reals in our office with Desperate Hubby.
First day of me sitting at my new office desk. (Which was my BIRTHDAY PRESENT from Desperate Hubby, by the way. Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to yell. It’s just that…..really hon? A DESK. Why not an IRON. Or a VACUUM CLEANER?!). But it really is a pretty nice desk.
We had spent quite a bit of time preparing for this day of Firsts.
In the past few weeks we went shopping for polo shirts and khaki skorts and pants. We took the polos to be embroidered with our school logo at the uniform shop. We bought new backpacks and got those embroidered too. We made two or three more trips to get all the school supplies listed on the class lists.
Oh, and Desperate Hubby went shopping for a desk. Did I mention that it was my birthday present?
The night before school started, both kids got to choose their dinner meal.
Annabelle predictably chose chicken and noodles, (hold the chicken) served over mashed potatoes (if you are wondering what that looks like, it is basically wide egg noodles cooked in chicken broth, served over well-buttered mashed potatoes.)
Batman, also predictably, chose Rainbow Trout. Of course, Rainbow Trout is not always easy to find in the grocery store around here, so he had pan-seared Swai, a type of catfish which is very easy to find in stores around here, and which he believes is another name for Rainbow Trout.
I’m gonna be in big trouble when that kid learns how to read.
The dawning of the day of Firsts came all too early, especially for Batman who customarily stays up later than me and Annabelle and then usually sleeps until 8:30 or 9:00 in the morning. Despite getting to bed at an early hour, it took my little boy a bit to wake up for his 7:00 am breakfast call. That is until he came to this realization: “I can’t believe it is my FIRST DAY of kindergarten!! I am SO EXCITED!!”
We got ourselves dressed and headed down the road to the nearby school. DH even accompanied us, another first. Before going inside, we paused for a couple of photos.
Batman appeared cool as a cucumber on the outside, but his face in this picture told the truth. I think he was just a little bit nervous about his First day.
DH took this picture of the three of us together. Yes, I am fully aware that my midriff is showing in this picture. And yes, I am also (all too) aware that…..40…. is too old to be showing your midriff in pictures. Or really anywhere else for that matter.
Unfortunately, I cannot figure out how to digitally erase the pale white area peeking out below my sweater, so there you go.
I really need to learn how to use Photoshop,
Once we were inside the hallowed hallways, the kids’ personality differences manifested themselves immediately. Batman walked confidently, albeit quietly, into the classroom and greeted his teacher. Annabelle clung to my arm and pleaded with me to stay with her as long as possible.
Batman sat right down in the reading circle with his teacher and listened attentively as she began to explain the daily routine to all of the children. He is in the very back of the picture, sitting underneath the blue board.
I stayed with Annabelle until the final bell rang, and she at last let go of my arm and agreed to sit in her assigned seat and stay there.
As I left the school, I couldn’t help but reflect on how different this drop-off was from the previous year, when Annabelle tried to pull away, sobbing, from the kindergarten teacher’s hold and I cried all the way home. Another First.
I went to the office for a few hours to get acclimated to my new list of duties, rode my horse, went to the store, then headed back to the pick up the kids.
They were all smiles. Batman talked non-stop about a new friend he had made, a girl no less, named Claire. He said he loved school and had learned a bunch of new stuff, though he could not remember what it was. Annabelle had enjoyed her first day too, getting caught up with friends from last year and marveling that her new teachers were so very nice.
The kids had a snack and we filled out the paperwork that had been sent home in their backpacks. It was a perfectly peaceful ending to the day of Firsts. Then the afternoon suddenly got more interesting with a call from Grandpa Vernon.
Apparently our neighbor had spotted an injured crow out in the pasture earlier in the day. He said the crow was unable to fly, and if we wanted to the kids and I could retrieve it and try for a better outcome than we had enjoyed with Perry the Pigeon (my very first blog, in March or so of last year).
The kids had been hounding me to take them swimming at the ‘Y’ like “All the kids in the after-school program get to!” so I thought a half-dead crow would be an excellent distraction.
Annabelle was out in the front yard giving her a cat a bath (yeah, it was as funny as it sounds, but probably not to the cat) so Batman and I grabbed a large bucket and headed down to meet Vernon.
Grandpa Vernon just hates it when I take his picture. But I don’t care.
We walked to where the bird had wedged himself up against the fence, and Grandpa Vernon picked him up.
Unfortunately, Charlie the Crow (as I had already mentally dubbed him) had already passed on to that big tree in the sky. Although he looked remarkably intact, he was deader than a doornail. Whatever that is.
Batman was intrigued with Charlie. He held him in his gloved hands and examined him at length.
Then he asked if we could keep him. He was very disappointed when I said no. Grandpa Vernon told Batman to go and put the dead bird in the dumpster. Batman eventually complied, but not before taking Charlie down to show his dad, who had just arrived home from work.
After the viewing, Batman took Charlie on his last flight toward the bird’s rusty metal grave. Charlie swooped and soared once more, though probably in a way he could not have managed in real life.
Then Batman put Charlie on the ground and further replicated the flying pose. He was pretty fascinated with the dead bird’s wings.
When he was finished playing with the corpse, Batman unceremoniously tossed Charlie in the dumpster, sparing nary a glance over his shoulder as he ran back toward the house.
After dinner, baths and more stories (Annabelle read to me this time, since she’s back in school now) I tucked the kids into bed and contemplated the day of Firsts. It had been a successful day all around (unless you consider the point of view of Charlie the Crow and possibly Annabelle’s cat). While I wouldn’t consider it a wildly exciting day by any means, it nonetheless was a positive, measurable and smooth passage to a slightly different stage of life.
Here’s to a lifetime of happy Firsts.