School Days

Well, this post is weeks overdue but better late than never right?
Abby and Andrew have started school here and it’s not going as smooth as we would have hoped. Abby goes on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 9:30-2:00 and Andrew goes only on Thursdays.
The first day of school we hyped it up big time for Abby. We went to meet Ms. Gayle. You should hear Abby say Ms. Gayle; if we aren’t raising a southern girl then I don’t know what one is. Abby didn’t understand why she couldn’t be in Ms. Trina’s class again, her teacher from last year. Nevermind the fact that we no longer live in Georgia, but Ms. Trina isn’t teaching this year. Abby absolutely adored Ms. Trina and Ms. Gayle looks nothing like Ms. Trina, so in her mind she isn’t going to like Ms. Gayle. Ms. Gayle is as sweet as can be; Abby just needs to give her a chance. At first I wasn’t sure of the school; Abby went to an awesome school last year so I was comparing Two Rivers to North Metro. But, Abby’s class seems really well rounded; she even gets to take a cooking class and a computer class. The computer class cracks us up. What is she going to do, check her e-mail?
Andrew’s class seems really good also. This week he gets to finger paint with red paint. Mental note, dress him in nothing I care about. Wow, those must be some brave teachers, 8 one and a half year olds and red finger paint. I wouldn’t do it. It was too cute though, the first day of school he glued the letters of his name on a piece of paper. It took a bit, but I did see that it was supposed to be his name, then he colored all over it.
So the first Tuesday rolls around and Marty takes Abby to her class. She screams. Thursday rolls around and Marty takes Andrew first, he screams. Then on to Abby’s class, she screams. They both missed the next week of school because we were in GA. So, yesterday rolls around. Marty takes Abby to her class, she screams. Andrew walks out with a very satisfied look on his face, just wait until tomorrow little man. See a pattern here? I don’t get it. Abby loved school last year. She tells us that she had a great time at school when Marty picks her us. I asked her last night why she doesn’t want to go to school and she said she misses us. Mental note, tell Marty to not make it so much fun at home. I am at a loss here. Not only does she do this for school but also for church. On Sunday we dropped her off at her class and she screamed bloody murder. We waited outside her class, out of view, and she stopped crying in less than a minute. Then our Sunday school class happens to have a window looking out onto the playground and we saw her running around having a blast. I’m sure 90% of it is for show but it’s the other 10% that bothers me. I know we turned her world upside down when we moved here. I just never thought she would react this way to it. She never went through separation anxiety so this is new for us; Andrew on the other hand goes through separation anxiety if we walk out of the room. I feel like I am running out of patience.

Andrew says "No one told me I had to go too"