A Day In The Life of The Haiti Lady: School Time Again

Thursday, August 23, 2007

School Time Again

Well the last few days have been busy as the kids reenter school. I am excited to see them go, knowing that they love it and their teachers are wonderful. Hunter entered 5th grade...EEKK...where did the time go; Demi entered 2nd, and Kai entered Kindergarten. Now, to the older kids, school is old hat...to Kia, it was NEW. He went to school a the Orphanage in Haiti, but this is U.S. school, the first time away from mommy school, first time away from family school....He had been so excited, talking about it for weeks. The fact that HE was going to school, Nikaya and I would LEAVE and he would STAY. Well, the first day came and I tell ya, the look on his face when I waved goodbye after getting him settled in, was one of fear, excitment and disbelief that I was actaullty leaving. I mean, we had TALKED about it, but actually doing it was a different story. :-D
Needless to say, he LOVED school, his teacher and his fun activities. He was so excited that he wanted to go back after dinner, not waiting for the next day to arrive. hehe
He has been back, and Monday will mark the first day of him getting on the school bus to go to school (the first 3 days have been parent pick up and drop off until the kids are oriented). He is so stinking excited about riding the school bus that he can hardly stand himself. I will take and post pictures of him leaving on the bus...much to Kai's request you know! He wants to show Dr. B that he rides a BIG bus to school!!! :-D

Nikaya seemed lost without any siblings around, and got sick with some virus going around. She spent the last 2 days throwing up and sleeping on our couch in the bedroom just so I could make sure she was ok. Poor thing is whining about not being able to go to school, that he tummy hurts and that everyone has left her all by herself (I don't count you know!)

Also, Kai's first days of KDG. were marked by losing his top 2 front teeth....one yesterday, one today...the tooth fairy will be broke if he keeps it up. I will post pic's of his gap in the next day or so!

1 comment:

Amy Brownell said...: Awww...SO CUTE!!!!!!! Can't wait for pictures!!!

Love,
Amy; 12:13 PM

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We Are Responsible

We are responsible for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their pants,
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we are responsible for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wires,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never "counted potatoes",
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never got to the circus,
who live in an x-rated world.
We are responsible for children
who give us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off-key,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
who slurp their soup.
And we are responsible for those who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.
We are responsible for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed ,
and never rinse the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose smiles can make us cry.
And we are responsible for those whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We are responsible for children who want to be carried, and for those who must be...
For those we never give up on,
and for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother... and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
~Ina Hughes