Ding-A-Ling

CJ finally had his ARD last week. I'd been asking for it for a while, but there was a glitch in the system, and the school thought it'd already been done.



There isn't really much to be said about it (which is a good thing really!), but I had yet another embarrassing moment that (as usual) needed to be blogged. I thought I was really smart because I had a friend watch my four oldest kids for the ARD. I kept Liam with me. As usual, Liam felt the need to completely disassemble the meeting room. There was literally nothing he didn't touch, so I assumed he was the reason I couldn't find my phone when the meeting was done.



I had heard my text message alert go off once during the meeting, but ignored it to focus on the discussion. I KNEW because of that moment that the phone was in the meeting room. It wasn't in the diaper bag and I had no pockets. Everyone was flipping things over, looking under and inside of everything they could find. The phone was nowhere to be found.



Finally, I asked our Deaf Ed. teacher to just dial my phone so we could find it when it rang. Still, everyone kept looking while we waited for it to ring. Finally, after about 30 seconds (and just when MR. TRAW THE PRINCIPLE was standing right next to me), my bra began ringing. Nice.

Our Kindergarten Graduate!

Our Graduate
CJ and Jim, his bestest buddy EVER

CJ and Mrs. Cowart, who might very well be a saint.

CJ with Mom and Dad

Showing off his cowboy boots, which he wears every day on the wrong feet with his pants on backwards...or shorts in this case.

By some miracle, CJ survived a full year of Kindergarten. He knows more about reading, more about counting, more about sharing, more about practicing self-control, more about teamwork, and a lot more about how to drive a teacher completely bonkers.

Yesterday was his Kindergarten graduation, and he was so proud of himself. His buddy, Jim, came just in time to see him march in with his class. Being the CJ that he is, he did a goofy little dance when he saw us, and then held up the line long enough to ask what was for lunch. Figures. Silly kid.

He proudly sang the three songs they've been practicing. I felt like I already knew those songs because he's been singing them around the house for a few weeks now. When his name was called, he shook his teacher's hand and then Mr. Traw (the principal) and Ms. Dowell (assistant principal) with great pride.

After the ceremony, we followed him to his classroom for pictures. He was so excited to show Jim his stylin' cowboy boots. He wears those boots every single day. Usually on the wrong feet, but who is counting?

So, now we move on to our new school. I don't know that we'll ever find another teacher as amazing as Mrs. Cowart was. She was always fair and firm and loving with CJ. It takes a special person to make as much of a difference in his life as she has.