Cole is my pistol. He came out of the womb ready to take life by the horns. (Like that?? ;) He has NEVER liked to sleep, and it took me until his sleep-loving brother came along for me to realize it wasn't me; it was just Cole's personality. Another thing I heard way back when was that kids who fight sleep are smarter and feel like they need to be accomplishing something and don't have time to sleep. Of course I didn't buy it. Not then; not now. But there may be more truth there than not. I'm going somewhere with this....hhhmmmmmm.....(Dori moment....pardon me.....)
First came his first day care. A home-based center that lasted a couple months with us because they let him leave with Shane without ID-ing him (whom they'd never met before), all because "You can tell it's his dad just by looking at him." Ummmm....NO. Then a wonderful child care center that he was at for a few years that we LOVED, but had to move him because it was out of our school district. Then one more center in our district. Point is, by the time he started pre-k, I knew a good teacher when I saw her. And on Meet the Teacher night, I was very pleased and comfortable to leave him for his first day of preK with Mrs Hodges. The whole school year that year confirmed my impressions of her. So kindergarten was a BREEZE!! Now I have two months or so to get used to the fact that I have a first-grader. One which goes to school all day, no nap, then to football practice for two hours. (I'm feeling a little nauseous.)
I couldn't be more proud. Here are a few pics of his big day.
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