Last day of school 2012

Good grief it has been a while. 

I have been meaning to blog really, blah blah blah. 

Anyway cut to today. Last day of school, last at His elementary school. He got into the gifted program, praise the lord! It took two different tests, because he didn't do well on the first (he hates testing). It has been hard to say goodby though. Until yesterday, when I found out he was the class bullys sidekick.

"So what do you do?" I asked him

"I am the grantor."

"What does that mean?" 

"I turn people into animals or bodyguards for Z" Oh great, so mr z man points the figure and Zare comes out and is the enforcer.

So maybe a new school aint so bad, especially one that is known to bring recess issues back into the classroom as part of a social conversation. 

But still it is hard, saying good bye to the teachers and assistants, recess paras and the like. So many people have helped him get this far. 

So He was a little emotional today, especially with all the good byes that are permanent and whatnot. 

We went to the park with a couple moms and Zare immediately starting butting heads with Lil a. After the second set of tears I should have wrapped it up and gone home, but I was having conversation with Adults! You have to savor those moments and enjoy them while they last. 

So then I saw Zare walking around the field with Lil a, which is normal for them they do not last long at the the typical playground. But then I saw Lil a duck his head down. And here is the first thought I had, My son is bullying is own brother. I called them to come back, and then this happened; Zare turns around faces lil a and punches him in the chest with both fists, knocking lil a to the ground.  

Picture SheRa with brown hair and mom jeans tearing across the park, and that was me.

Thankfully I did not kill him.

"That is cruel, unkind, and you have lost all computer time." I swoop up and grab lil and we march to the car, I say good bye to the moms as I leave the park, with Zare following me and he is wailing the entire time.

"I was just stretching! I was yawning! I still have computer time! I still have time!"

After school prizes would have to wait. 

When we got home I made him write "I will not punch my brother." ten times. 

And then I had to talk to Lil a about staying away from his older brother if he is grumpy. Normally this discussion backfires because by the time the tears are over lil a has completely forgiven his brother and wants to sit next to him and live in his airspace. Today was different, today lil a learned this phrase.

"When my brudder is angry, I go far 'way."