Bus Demons.

This whole school thing and new schedule has kept us busy, busy, busy. I feel obligated to document that it seems that Nate has conquered all of his bus demons and is embracing kindergarten. I haven't heard any more stories about consoling Marsha and tearful walks ups and down the sidewalk. His repertoire of sight words has already sky-rocketed past his first name and Michigan. Leaps and bounds for this 5 year old! OK. So I can be a little dramatic sometimes. But, really, we are just proud as punch that he gets on the bus, he doesn't cry and he hasn't gotten kicked out of school yet.