Marching On and Up

More change for our clan. Today, Aidan started third grade. The entire family bundled up to wait outside in the unseasonably cool temperatures for the big arrival of the school bus. After a quick wave, Aidan was off onto the bus without a care.

So easy, so confident, so different than a mere three years ago.

After Aidan was on the bus, Brennan and I headed to school for his kindergarten screening. He was being tested by his teacher, the very same teacher Aidan had back in the day. (The teacher who so kindly took me aside at my very first Meet the Teacher night to discuss how she had to shut the classroom door each morning to keep Aidan inside the kindergarten classroom while he cried for his life. Good times. Quite a proud mommy moment for me.)

She must have been surprised to see Brennan who was good to go for whatever she had in mind. Not a tear in sight. Kindergarten? Game on. Let’s go!

Only he must have been a little nervous, because a few of the simpler questions gave him pause. After the screening was over, the teacher and Brennan came out of the room to find me waiting in the hall. The teacher smiled and congratulated Brennan on a great job. She then turned to me and said there are just a few things he had trouble with. I waited, certain she would tell me it was his color comprehension or letters, but no.


He apparently could not remember his last name.

Yep.

I turned to Brennan, and said, "Brennan, you KNOW your last name."

Brennan shook his head and replied, “Mom, I honestly have no idea.”

Oh dear Lord. Seriously.

The teacher also remarked that Brennan was a little confused as to the date of his birthday.

I again turned to Brennan and said, slightly exasperated, "Brennan, you know your birthday!"

Brennan shrugged his shoulders, smiled and said hesitantly, "Sometime around Christmas?"

Each child offers their own unique adventure. At least he wasn’t crying.

(Check out the fabulous bedhead on Griffin and Brennan. We rock bedhead in our house and, obviously, are not shy about exhibiting the bedhead gloriousness to the public at large.)