Can't you just feel Cuyler's excitement??
And Will (in orange) certainly looks jazzed, doesn't he?
Elementary school starts at 8:20 and the walk to school is (much) shorter than Ebby's walk to the bus stop.
Around 8am we went to the bottom of the driveway to hang out and wait for some other walkers to come along. It didn't take long. Before we knew it, there were 5 kids and 4 parents walking up the sidewalk.
Mommy and Daddy were allowed to go as far as the dining room at the school before we had to bid our boys farewell. They were fine. We introduced ourselves to the assistant principal and told her who the boys were and how it was their first day at the school (which, after hearing their names, she did know. She's administration after all). It felt a little weird leaving, I haven't seen their classroom or met or spoken to their teacher. Yes, they are in the same class again this year, per my request. I eased the pain of leaving them in a new place by attempting to build an IKEA bookshelf for Ebby's room and savoring the
silence. Silence except for BGD who worked at home. But he's pretty quiet, what with his tendency to nod off and all...
Walked over to pick the boys up just before 3pm. Got another good report from them when I asked how school was, "good!", "awesome!". Alrighty then.
The only problem that either one of them mentioned was a little miscue from Mrs. Carey, their teacher. Now we all know that Cuyler (like Kyle with an r) is an unusual name. It was plucked from a fictional character in a book I was reading while on bedrest in the hospital, awaiting what would turn out to be my emergency c-section. I love it. Obviously. And I feel it suits him. Of course. I will admit that it can certainly be a curve ball on the class list though. When the aforementioned Asst. Principal asked him his name and he said "Cuyler" she said, "Nice to meet you Tyler". Happens all the time. We correct, they apologize and we move on. When people see his name written, that's a whole other set of miscues. The most common one is "Q-ler". He's also been called Kylee more than once. And that's typically a girls name. Sheesh.
Well yesterday he told me his teacher called him "the worst accidental name ever". And what was it?
Sy-ler.
As in Sigh-ler. As in Cy-ler.
Oh, the drama!
Cuyler (Kyle with an r) corrected her.
And here's the big news.
He didn't cry. He didn't sulk. When he was telling us about it, we laughed.
And he did too.
My little Cuy-bee is growing up.
Maybe just a little bit anyway.