The boys were so excited to meet their teachers! Davis made a Texas flag (using orange paper because we didn’t have red) and Dylan made a card for his teacher. At the beginning of every year I make an “All About Me Card” for each of the boys to help their teacher get to know them a little faster.

This is Dylan and his new teacher. Dylan’s now in 1st grade and will be at school all day. He is so excited! Last year at 1/2 day Kindergarten he called it “the baby school”. Mainly because his pre-school was 5 hours and Kindergarten was 3. Dylan is so pumped to be able to eat in the cafeteria, go to P.E., and art class. I was very impressed by his teacher. She had a little gift for each child on their assigned desks as well as all the paperwork we needed. She has 3 boys as well.

This is Davis’ teacher. As always there’s a ton of anxiety wondering if he will get a teacher that has not only has worked with autistic children before but will also be structured and loving to him. My principal from last year assured me that he talked to our new principal (our school was just built and is not yet completed) and they have hand picked a teacher for Davis.

After meeting her I wasn’t so sure. Yes she has a lot of energy and is very professional, but the desks weren’t yet assigned and labelled and she looked really young. Davis really needed to know where he was sitting – luckily he didn’t start crying (he would have last year). Jason asked her if she had any kids and she said she had one and that was enough. She mentioned he was a handful. I left thinking – if she can’t handle her own kid how in the world is she going to be able to handle mine along with 20 others?

Anyway, I got a call from her yesterday and all is well. Apparently the Fire Marshall hasn’t approved the school yet and so the teachers weren’t allowed to hang anything up on the walls and weren’t allowed into their classrooms before that day. That made me feel a lot better. She also didn’t know that Davis had high functioning autism before we met her. She said that she read my “All About Me Card” and later was talking to her principal and mentioned the flowers and the card. She realized then why Davis was in her class. Davis’ teacher told me that her little boy is 3 and was just recently diagnosed with high functioning autism as well. The principal said that she assigned Davis to her not only because she felt it was a good match but also so she would learn and be able to assist her own child.

Davis’ teacher said that she was so impressed by Davis and by our family. She said that she’s really looking forward to working with me and learning everything she can so she can help her son. I really enjoyed our conversation and felt a lot better about her. Davis has been so lucky to have had amazing teachers sent as angles into his life. I felt the spirit strong during our conversation and realized that once again Davis’ was blessed and sent an angel. She may be younger than his other teachers but I feel she will bring a different skill set that he will need during this year.

It also made me realize that I do need to step up a bit and step out of my comfort zone and help others by sharing what I have learned. I have a hard time doing that because I feel like people learn more and are more passionate when they figure it out by themselves. However, I feel directed to put myself out there a little more and help those who are looking for help.

Here are my 3 boys in their school clothes. 😉 I love happy pictures because they are so far from reality. Diana just so you know, right now as I’m typing Davis is screaming because Dylan hit him, Drake just opened up the dishwasher, stopped it in the middle of cleaning, and is taking out the silverware. I forgot the sunblock yesterday and so each one of my boys have a little sunburn and my mommy guilt is eating at me.

Also, I woke up this morning to Drake screaming (this is a daily occurrence) but this time when I went into his room, his leg was stuck in the crib bars and his thigh had red marks and his knee is a little swollen. I had to pull harder than I would have liked to get him out. He cried uncontrollably for the next hour and still will not let me console him.

This is my life of drama with boys.

I got a package the other day that I need to return, so I left it next to my front door. I was walking towards the study and this is what I see. Yes my Drake who will not eat FOOD was eating a Styrofoam box.

And quite enjoying it might I add. I panicked but quickly realized that he wasn’t eating it, he was chewing bits off and spitting them out. Of course, he’s had lots of practice with that. 😉

This is the face I got when I took the box away and vacuumed up all the cute little balls of Styrofoam he was playing with.