Second Grade Shenanigans
I realized I posted Cait's first day of school almost immediately (in my mind), and then completely failed to put much up (anything) about Kelsey. Second grade is no less important than middle school, especially to Kelsey, and she seems to be adjusting very well.
Instead of seeing the teacher on a daily basis, even if to just wave
hello and not bowl her over with 20 questions while she is trying to
pack up and get home to her kids, we see her for a few seconds at
drop-off. Well, if we make it to drop-off. Lately, we have had to zip around the front so she could hurry to the classrom, rather than congregate with friends in the back for a few minutes.
With Cait at a new school and this area not offering busing (really, folks who manage this area of school issues, what ARE you thinking?), we have to make it to two schools within 10 minutes each morning. So, instead of one bus carting 50-60 kids, you have 40-50 individual cars dropping kids off. I would gladly pay for a bus service, but apparently the powers that be prefer the additional traffic, pollution, and congestion of many cars trying to drop off several hundred kids in 15 minutes.
I will grant that many kids walk, ride their bikes or scooter. However, most seem to live a lot closer, and have much lighter backpacks. The daily cathunk-cathunk of Cait's backpack down the stairs still has me thinking something has fallen the first time I hear it each morning. We are in a carpool, which helps immensely, but the school bus issue really needs to be revisited. Though I am fairly sure if one ever showed up that Nicholas would be tearfully jealous of Cait. Who can forget Kelsey crying because she couldn't ride the big, yellow bus with Cait ? Has it really been 5 years?
Since I do not have a daily chance to pester the teacher about Kelsey (as if), I move along believing that she is doing terribly well in all subjects. Most papers come home stamped with happy faces, and a good or great on them. She generally gives me a blow-by-blow, and I have not received any worrisome phone calls, emails, or FB updates. Well, we still have some math issues, but for the most part have vastly improved in that arena. Though if she spent half the time on math that she does on reading...NOT that I am complaining, but balance is a good thing, right?Girls Chorus this year (and deeply enjoying it), we figured Kelsey should have an extra activity (read: sport). She has always enjoyed playing soccer with Pete in the backyard, and even though (by San Ramon standards), she has practically reached retirement age, we decided it was time to try having her join a genuine soccer team. Oh, and Pete volunteered to help assist the coach. We thought that might add a nice bit of "quality time" to their day.
Now, Coach Pete (apparently when you volunteer to help the coach, you actually volunteer to BE the coach) is having a grand ole time with two practices and a game each week. Once on a team, the idea of playing soccer with folks other than her easygoing dad scared the pants off Kelsey. I tried a small bribe*, it worked, and she practices, plays, and really seems to like it. Maybe not her career, but she is enjoying it, and that's all that matters. It also doesn't hurt that she has a heckuva nice guy for a coach, and the few extra hours together each week have been really good for them.
*Yes, extremely bad parenting technique, and I normally don't use it. However, it worked for the first few practices, and she then forgot about it. Blast me if you will, but what's done is done, and she is having fun.