Saturday, September 3, 2016

Hate to say it but he's awesome

How cool would it be if school pictures were like this?  Yeah!

G is going into 6th grade!  At his school that means middle school.  We've had G in school part time ever since he started the deaf program at the age of 3.  He hasn't had a consistent continuum of curriculum because we didn't provide him one.  He has taken all of the state assessments and done well.  We usually get the packet from the school and cram for 2 weeks before the exam.  It is teaching for the test, but only for 2 weeks before the test. 

This year G is taking math through the online program.  He took math in 3rd grade for a semester and then all of 5th grade.  He does a section each night and since we started requiring him to fill out the notes guide, he aces the tests.  I'm grateful for the chance to teach him these study habits.

What else is new with G?  He has a cell phone and loves to listen to music from it.  It's just a tracfone with a full keyboard.  He doesn't use it for anything but a music player so far and that's fine with me. 

Tonight he told me "That blanket is really strong.  When I hung on it, it didn't break." 
"You mean my favorite blanket?"  I asked.
"Yeah!  It's really strong."  Thanks G.

G loves to eat german pancakes now.  It's awesome.  And he ate 2 chimichangas tonight.  Weird.  And awesome.

G takes good care of all his siblings.  He lets the girls pester him more, but he is always playing games with M and going along with her schemes.  They play this game where one sits at the table and the other sneaks through the house trying to get as close as they can without being caught by the person at the table.  He is kind and patient with his little brothers. 

I love G.  He doesn't demand much attention and I often feel like I missed opportunities to be with him.  The night comes so fast.  He's a great kid with a great attitude.

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