Well, G started school the other day and we, especially L, were both relieved and terrified. G is, well God's answer to the human tornado, about as energetic and often about as kind and considerate. Don't misunderstand, we love her to death and she CAN BE very kind and loving, she is just ... our most wonderful challenge to date. Anyway, back to the story. She started full day kindergarten. She has been doing rather well in class, her teacher says 'She just loves too hard.' Well, we know that much, all of us are seeing the chiropractor after being subject to one of her 'hold-you hugs'. I think putting your neck in a vice fully clamped would give you about the same experience.
Anyway, again. She has flipped her red/yellow/green card to yellow a couple of times. For those that don't know, they have this card that the teacher uses to show how well they behave. They start with green and serious infractions 'flip' the card to yellow. A couple of these or something really bad 'flips' it to red. Actually H's class had a black component, but that's a whole nother story. So she had one of her yellow's for rolling around in the grass while the group was supposed to be standing in line to get a drink. No ... not her. Can anybody say 'my kid'. But other than a couple of little mishaps, she is doing pretty. The real problem is the bus.
Her and H have this bus driver that wears her Drill Sgt patch right up front. I haven't met her, but L says that she's about as inviting as the Grim Reaper. So the first day of school, G and H are sitting together, and you know how kids get, especially ours, after something new and exciting, they get a bit crazy and they usually get a bit loud. Enter the Driving Drill Sgt. G was loud and the bus driver tagged her and voila (sp ?? Mr Fritz) - G cried all the rest of the way home and begged and pleaded not to have to ride the bus for 2 days. Then things settled down and bit for a few day. But as luck would have it, G was at the bus-stop when the brother to the girl next door, G really likes the girl, starts raggin' on his sister, talking bad about her. Well, again if you know G, G ups and waylays the kid telling him not to talk bad about his sister. Problem ... Driver Drill Sgt is driving up as all this is happening. Well, G was in trouble before she even put her foot on the bus. She made her sit right up front both going to and coming back from school and really got on to her throughout. G was a total mess. Hopefully we got it all out that first week.
On to other stuff. We went to one of the beaches on the North Shore yesterday. We had a birthday party for one of G's friends, and a Band booster's picnic for B. The beach was nice and H and G had blast playing in the waves. The waves on the North Shore are much bigger and closer in to shore than on the south shore (near Waikiki/Honolulu). Some of them broke right next to shore. Yesterday they were rather small compared to what they get in the winter. That is where they do all the world class surfing competitions. I had a couple that nearly knocked me down and I was only in knee deep. G got knocked over many times. H took a boogie board out
and rode and jumped into waves all morning. She was lovin' it, and as usual for my family, was screaming at the top of her lungs to let everyone on the beach know it. We're just dynamic people like that (L was highly embarrassed). The mom of the birthday girl teaches surfing so we're gonna hook up with some lessons for H and the others before long. All in all, a good day.
More photos ... G's favorite b-day present, the girls on top in Rocky Mountain Nat'l Park, and H and G at the Lego's store at Disney.
Have a Good One!!
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