After getting home from our vacation back West, we hit the ground running here in North Carolina. Zachary's preschool started literally the morning we got home (we got home Wednesday at 1:30 a.m.) and he was supposed to be there by 8:30 a.m. Yeah, didn't happen!
Thursday morning however, his backpack was loaded and he had his new Iron Man shirt on. He was ready for round 2 of preschool! After last year's disaster, luckily this preschool was at a new location, a different teacher, and his good buddy Hudson is in his class-- so it was all around a fresh start. So far things have gone MUCH more smoothly, and he loves it! (Especially recess and snack time.)
This little lady started school the following Monday, and was very excited to be a first grader! She had a lot of anxiety the night before school-- she was nervous about having a new teacher, and meeting new friends. I promised her I'd drop her off in the morning and walk her into her classroom. Unfortunately she had kind of a traumatic introduction! The boy sitting right next to her was seriously FREAKING out and crying and screaming for his "mommy" uncontrollably, so I was really trying to help Lucy ignore him and feel confident about me leaving her for the day. After the morning announcements came on, and the teacher was asking the kids to line up, the boy next to her really started wailing, shot up out of his seat, rammed into the teacher, and bolted out the back door! All 25 little first graders had eyes as big as saucers. I had to leave Lucy at that point to get Zach to school, (thus in all the melee I forgot to get a picture) but come to find out they had to have the principal and school police officer go track him down (and incidentally he took off TWO more times during the day!), and they eventually had to send him back home with his mom. Lucy ending up having (in her words), "Not just a great day, an AWESOME day!" She was born for school.
And this guy has done it again. The week after we got home the Air Force base held a big "Sports Day" where they had several athletic competitions for all of the squadrons to compete against each other. So although Jon belongs to the dental squadron, he competed against men from the Special Forces squadrons who's job it is, is to be in peak physical condition-- they basically work out all day. First he ran in the mile race, and got 4th with a time of 5:16. The first place runner did it in just over 4 minutes. Next he signed up for a Cross Fit challenge on a whim (since he's never actually done Cross Fit)-- which included being timed while you complete a really strenuous obstacle course, and the top time was like 14 minutes. He blew that time out of the water and shaved like 2 minutes off that time. Nobody even came close (thus el CHAMP shirt)! I have no idea where he gets this super human strength from.
