Monday, September 08, 2008

my sweet isaiah. so far he has all green lights for his behavior at school. green for good behavior. yellow if you break the rules more than once. red for continuing to break the rules. he has handled his new school and transitioning to a full day beautifully. i really don't want to have to leave him at latch key in the morning. i haven't left him there yet. i can't bear it. i don't want anyone else but me or eric to drop him off at his classroom or pick him up. isaiah really likes it, and i like being there for him in that way. but since i can't be late to work 3 times a week, i'll inevitably have to take him to latch key.

i hope that isaiah makes good friends at school. i hope others will love him for how sweet and silly he can be. i hope that he enjoys learning and excels at it. i hope so much for him. i just want him to be happy.

he started soccer on saturday. it's a metro stars program for 4 and 5 year olds held at the soccer fields at oakland university. he is the smallest boy on the "team" and probably the youngest. they played fun games to practice ball control and following instructions. puppies on a leash. putting out fires. tag. super cute. he got pretty tired, and that worries me. he's on iron supplements right now, so i worry about that fatigue. i really wish he would eat more meat and veggies. but i digress. so soccer. i wish they sold expanding soccer cleats for little kids. it's so hard to justify buying even $20 cleats knowing he'll outgrow them in 6 months.

his soccer class on saturday is the beginning of the end of eric's and my weekends to do whatever we please. if isaiah continues to enjoy soccer, this is my entrance into soccer mom world. i'm getting a glimpse into a world with busy children. i really don't know how my mom managed all three of us with baton, piano, gymnastics, bowling, violin, dance, swimming (yes, all at the same time of the year!)...what a time and financial commitment. i hope we can do the same for the boys....

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