Nate's First Day
(picture will be coming once my computer stops being stupid)
Nathan never wants me to pick out his clothes. I knew he was nervous this morning because he asked for my help. We spent time doing his hair, making sure his teeth were "super shiny", and I made his lunch, which I cut the crust off of his sandwich. I never do that, and usually tell him to eat around it, but today was a special day. I even put a mini kit-kat bar in his sandwich container so he could have a little surprise if the day wasn't going so well (hopefully, he won't expect this all the time). We were way early getting ready, so we sat around, me more nervous than him, I imagine. Nathan's bus stop is at the top of our street. It's a little too far for him to walk by himself, so I opted to pile the kids in the car to drive him up, especially since it was raining. One of the boys at the bus stop was actually in his class, which I thought was great. He still seemed nervous until the bus came. As soon as he saw it, he couldn't get away from me fast enough!
The day itself was a little weird, and way too quiet. I am used to having to pick the kids up at 11:45, and his bus wouldn't return until 3:45. Drew did enjoy having the Wii to himself today, though. At 3:30 I loaded the kids into the car after much internal debate of whether or not we should just walk. I decided on the car, because I didn't need to be chasing Matt in and out of the street. We parked for what seemed like forever. Alex started getting fussy, so I got him out of his seat and held him while standing outside. He was way overdue for a nap, and not too happy. We finally saw the bus coming, so Alex and I started walking to where the bus would let the kids off. There are a lot of kids at our stop, so I waited patiently. And waited. And then the bus driver shut the door, folded in the side 'STOP' sign and started to drive off. Holy crap!!! Another man and I were trying to get her attention, me flailing one arm and half flailing the one holding Alex, and he was yelling. She drove away.
I ran back to the car, strapped Alex back in, and by this time the bus was gone. Luckily I had researched the bus rout out of curiosity earlier in the day. "Well guys, we're going to have to go find Nate." I said to the boys, who could have cared less and were deeply into Surfs Up. I had to wait for all of the kids who were walking home to get out of the way so I could try to get ahead of the bus, and see what was going on. I found another stop and asked a mother there if she was waiting for bus **. She was. When it stopped I ran to the door, in the way of all the parents with their cameras pointed waiting to capture this momentous occasion. "My son... was supposed to get off... at 72nd." The driver looked at me, horrified. "What's his name?" she asked. "Nathaniel" I said, still a little out of breath from the major heart attack I just endured. She called his name over the speaker, and there he was.
As we walked back to the car, I asked, "where's your shirt?"
"Oh! I left it on the bus."
Other than this, he had a pretty uneventful and normal day at school. His best friend is in his class, and the teacher seems great. It's going to be an interesting year, but I would expect no less.
Nathan never wants me to pick out his clothes. I knew he was nervous this morning because he asked for my help. We spent time doing his hair, making sure his teeth were "super shiny", and I made his lunch, which I cut the crust off of his sandwich. I never do that, and usually tell him to eat around it, but today was a special day. I even put a mini kit-kat bar in his sandwich container so he could have a little surprise if the day wasn't going so well (hopefully, he won't expect this all the time). We were way early getting ready, so we sat around, me more nervous than him, I imagine. Nathan's bus stop is at the top of our street. It's a little too far for him to walk by himself, so I opted to pile the kids in the car to drive him up, especially since it was raining. One of the boys at the bus stop was actually in his class, which I thought was great. He still seemed nervous until the bus came. As soon as he saw it, he couldn't get away from me fast enough!
The day itself was a little weird, and way too quiet. I am used to having to pick the kids up at 11:45, and his bus wouldn't return until 3:45. Drew did enjoy having the Wii to himself today, though. At 3:30 I loaded the kids into the car after much internal debate of whether or not we should just walk. I decided on the car, because I didn't need to be chasing Matt in and out of the street. We parked for what seemed like forever. Alex started getting fussy, so I got him out of his seat and held him while standing outside. He was way overdue for a nap, and not too happy. We finally saw the bus coming, so Alex and I started walking to where the bus would let the kids off. There are a lot of kids at our stop, so I waited patiently. And waited. And then the bus driver shut the door, folded in the side 'STOP' sign and started to drive off. Holy crap!!! Another man and I were trying to get her attention, me flailing one arm and half flailing the one holding Alex, and he was yelling. She drove away.
I ran back to the car, strapped Alex back in, and by this time the bus was gone. Luckily I had researched the bus rout out of curiosity earlier in the day. "Well guys, we're going to have to go find Nate." I said to the boys, who could have cared less and were deeply into Surfs Up. I had to wait for all of the kids who were walking home to get out of the way so I could try to get ahead of the bus, and see what was going on. I found another stop and asked a mother there if she was waiting for bus **. She was. When it stopped I ran to the door, in the way of all the parents with their cameras pointed waiting to capture this momentous occasion. "My son... was supposed to get off... at 72nd." The driver looked at me, horrified. "What's his name?" she asked. "Nathaniel" I said, still a little out of breath from the major heart attack I just endured. She called his name over the speaker, and there he was.
As we walked back to the car, I asked, "where's your shirt?"
"Oh! I left it on the bus."
Other than this, he had a pretty uneventful and normal day at school. His best friend is in his class, and the teacher seems great. It's going to be an interesting year, but I would expect no less.
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