Hooray for Monday!! Today was a great day. I took the kids to a movie in the morning. They were all great; David even fell asleep for the second half. When we got back in the car I had a message on my cell phone from Joanne at Benjamin Franklin Elementary, stating that there was a spot in their first grade for Emma and asking if I would please hurry and call back so they could get that spot filled. Oh happy day!!!
I don't think I posted about this, but Emma had some issues in her last class. I might sound like I'm bragging, but really, I'm being honest: Emma was pretty much the smartest kid in her class(according to her teacher), so she was getting bored with her work or finishing it early and then getting bored. Because of this, she was acting up and getting into trouble. I finally realized what was going on and took the wuss approach(remember how much I LOVE confrontation?) and had my sister talk to her teacher. Things did improve a bit, but I still felt like Emma needed to be more challenged. So I put her on the waiting list for a charter school here. I went to the orientation and left feeling like I really wanted Emma to go to that school, but that there wasn't a very likely chance she'd get in.
But she did!!! Hallelujah!! And I was sooo excited, so I turned around to tell Emma(we were still in the car), and she burst into tears! The sweet thing was so distraught because she was never going to see her school friends again. And honestly, I don't think she ever will, so I didn't have much to say to that. I told her all of the good things about her new school and how she'd make new friends there, but I wish I could have said something like, "Oh sure, you'll see them again..." -not true, she probably never will!
Emma has 2 kinds of crying: 1. The dramatic, over-exaggerated, slightly fake, "look at me" cry and 2. A real cry. Number 2 is extremely rare and only happens in cases of extreme pain and/or extreme sadness. This was a case for number 2. So we pulled into a gas station and she crawled into my lap and just cried and cried. I almost cried with her, I felt so bad. She is such a loving kid. She just loves to make friends and be a part of what everyone else is doing. She never turns friends away. She's always wanting to meet new people, have friends over, go to people's houses, call everyone. Anyway... I'm just so so happy for her that she can go to an awesome school that will challenge her, where she can really thrive, and most importantly: be happy!
She calmed down enough for us to go to Sonic for lunch, which cheered her up. We brought Daddy some lunch at work and headed home where David fell asleep eating a cookie:
we cleaned up, watched a movie, read a book, made dinner, baked a cake, ate dinner - where Mckenna made the best face ever because I told her she couldn't have any more watermelon(notice the dripping juice on her chin from her 3rd hunk of watermelon goodness):
had FHE on gratitude, and decorated our Volcano Cake a la Emma:
It was a good day.