Mr. Smarty Pants

Tuesday, Peyton's reading teacher send home a set of flashcards with color words on them for Peyton to practice his reading at home. We went over them that night and he did fairly well, with a little difficulty on the B words, blue, black and brown. I reminded him to look at the last letters too to get a hint on the word. He sat down with the cards by himself and practiced as well.

Last night after his bath, I picked the cards up from the counter where he left them and held them up for practice. He sped through them, not even hesitating on the B's like Tuesday. I was amazed and told him how good he did. He grinned up at me and said, "I put them in order of the rainbow."

How ingenious is he?

Peyton is Finally Swimming

Peyton's First Day of School

He walked right in, like a champ.

Where did you go?

A couple of my regular reads have gone missing. It's funny how we grow concerned for these people who we will probably never meet in real life, but know more about than some of our closest friends. I hope that they are ok, and just too busy or writer blocked to write. This leads me to wonder, if a tragedy were to befall me, who would let my 5 readers know? I will have to ponder the proper procedures and put something in place. Maybe a special spot in my will, if I ever make one.

All of this brings us to the following, we will be on vacation next week and hence, the blog will be quiet. I just didn't want you to think something terrible had happened to me, especially after the last entry.

Doctor Visit

Anti-depressants and a tetnus shot. I would consider that a successful doctor's appointment. Wouldn't you?

And So it Begins . . .

I took Peyton this morning to his new school for the placement test for kindergarten. There were already a couple of moms there when we arrived and their kids were already being tested. After they called Peyton back, I asked the person checking them in what all the test involved. She told me that they would be questioned on their shapes, colors, alphabet, writing their name, etc. One of the moms piped in that it was pre-k basics. The other mom added, "My son can already read." The first mom was quick to reply, "Oh yeah, mine has been been reading since he was two and a half." (*coughbullshitcough*)

I stood there for a second and then said, "Mine knows Algebra."

The moms nodded appreciatively till I skipped a beat and said, "I'm just kidding."

After they both left, I looked at a grandmother that was left and said, "If they know how to read by kindergarten, what are they going to learn in kindergarten?"

She smiled and replied, "I know, you might as well keep them at home."

You know, it wasn't even that their kids could read that got under mine skin so bad. Peyton knows his letters, he knows their sounds, he knows some words and he's starting to sound out words on his own, which is where I'd expect him to be now and will help him when school starts. I was more annoyed with the whole Look at my kid! See what he can do!

As the moms were leaving, one couldn't help but throw in after she mentioned that her son attended one of the temples for pre-k that he counted in Spanish (which most kids in South Florida do) and spoke Hebrew. I was so close to retorting, "yeah, well, my kid hits butts AND talks about his pee-pee!"