First grade! Holy moly. Dave's parents were leaving that day and we were a little worried about Miles having his usual sad, sad, sadness he gets whenever he has to say good bye to family. It's so heart breaking to watch. Anyway, we told him it would probably be better if he said good bye to Grandma and Grandpa at our house so he wouldn't have to cry at school. He really wanted them to come, though, and promised he could be strong so we all went together to take Miles to his first day of first grade. He said good bye at the car, held it together and then Dave and I walked him in to his classroom. It was a success.



I think Miles is enjoying school a little more this year. He has a very lively teacher which I am thankful for. He still complains that he is bored, though. He tells me, "I didn't have to think ONE TIME at school today." He's a smart little one, so I totally believe him. He's in the "gifted and talented" program at the school but all it has done so far is give him extra homework/projects rather than actually challenge him at school. Oy.
Every day I take Miles to school, I am so so thankful that he got in to that school. We are zoned to a school in a severely ghetto and scary area, so I will never forget what an enormous blessing it was to get in. We all prayed for months that Miles would get in to a good school (lottery based-- hundreds of applications and few spots) and it was so great to be able to tell Miles that Heavenly Father answered his prayers and he got in to a great school. No matter how sick I am of Houston and everything we've had to deal with here (someone getting shot and killed by a cop about 20 yards from our place, suicide on the other side of the wall, waking up to gun shots right outside our bedroom window at 4am, all the ridiculousness of Dave's job, personal stuff.... oh, and the fact that it's HOUSTON), Miles going to this great school is something that keeps me going, even if it is slowly. I hope he is happy, even if he is bored!