Dear Corbin,
August seemed like a long month, even though we didn't do very much. You got to catch up on watching all of your favorite cartoons. We played a lot of games of Connect 4 and Battleship.
You got to have lots of friend time with Evan, since neither of you were in school. Celia and Elena finally came home from Spain, so you got to have lots of friend time with Celia, too. Her grandma Estelle came with them, which gave me a chance to practice my very rusty Spanish speaking skills. One of the best things about moving into our new house was meeting the Aguilars, and living down the street from the Jorgensons. You and Evan have a lot of fun together, and you get along so well with Celia. The first day she was back and came over, you were so excited you practically knocked her over. One day, Celia came over a little before noon and didn't leave until supper time. At one point I walked into the living room and you were playing on your tablet, and she was reading one of your books. It made me smile.
You and Dad took it into your heads one afternoon to build you a wooden boat. I don't even know the whole story there, but you showed up for bath time with it. It's some scrap wood that you and Dad shaped with the table saw, attached together, and then coated in polyurethane. It's pretty cool. You also claimed a couple of circles that Dad cut out while building a set of speakers. You decided they would make good shields, so you painted them up with designs and dragons.
You took it into your head to make potions, using cups of water and food dye. You started doing them on the patio, but we made you move out onto the lawn. Now we have no more food dye, and the lawn has green patches. You and Celia had green patches, too, which thankfully came off in the bath.
We spent the month wondering who your teacher would be. The school website did not upload class assignments until the week before school started. Once we could finally check, we found out that you'll be in Room 11, with Ms. Scully. We also found out that Evan will be in your class. His parents were hoping to have Ms. Scully--they had heard good things from other parents--so hopefully that's a good sign. She teaches the 1st Grade program for gifted and talented kids, so I'm glad you're with her. You might never work above grade level, but it's nice to know that you'll have options if you do.
I'm glad that we don't have to buy a lot of school supplies yet. Your backpack and lunch box are still in good shape, too. I thought about getting you some new school clothes, but you're just as skinny this year as you were last year. You haven't outgrown a thing. I did order some non-school clothes for you, just to take advantage of the sales. Now that we don't have friends handing down clothes to you, I try to pay attention to when things go on sale. Although, if you never get bigger, I guess it won't matter very much. You'll just grow taller and taller, and thinner and thinner, until you're like a spaghetti noodle. Or like your Grandpa Lam. Either one.
Love,
Mom
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