We had a good night at study hall at the dining room table. It does not help that Roses #2 and 3 have NO homework, and they were running around screaming like banshees. But, I got the glue stick out (Rose #3 likes to think that gluesticks are actually chapstick) and Rose #2 worked on a smiley face guy with glued on pieces of craft-ish pom poms. (You have to see it to know what I mean.) Rose #3 dumped the brand new box of 64 crayons all over the floor and thought it was a scream. You know, heaven forbid you should actually COLOR with the CRAYONS. Far better to dump them into a waxy crayon pile. Sigh.
Rose #1 persevered and got through her spelling list. And, she worked on her math homework. She also has a project to do about her cultural background. This is a pretty intense school, but she is happy. I have high hopes for this school to carry her largely unscathed through eighth grade - it is a 1-8 school - and hope she can go off to high school without a lot of the crappy junior high shenanigans.
It is funny how kids are so different. I don't worry (much) about Rose #1's academic skills, but I worry about her socially (for reasons that are probably obvious). I don't worry at all about Rose #2 socially - she is the life of the 4-year-old kindergarten party - but I do worry about her academically , at least as much as you CAN worry about a 4-year-old that way.
Rose #3, I don't know about yet. I was thinking this morning as I was walking into the skyway that we never even planned on having Rose #3. (She was a bit of a surprise...a welcome surprise but a surprise nonetheless.) I can't even imagine life without her now...