Dear Corbin,
School started this month. Your teacher is Laura Scully, in room 11. It seemed to be an easy transition for you, at least until the first homework packet showed up. You like Mrs. Scully, which is good. We had some confusion around lunch time. The first day, you ate hot lunch because Mrs. Scully asked who was going to eat lunch in the cafeteria and you raised your hand. I don't know if you actually wanted hot lunch, or if you just wanted lunch in general. For the next few days we reminded you to eat the lunch in your lunch box, until your general response was, "I know!" Now you're in the habit of eating with some friends from Kindergarten.
Dad and I went to Back to School night. We made sure to introduce ourselves to Mrs. Scully, so that she would know us as well as Grandma and Grandpa. She seems smart and fun, and she had good things to say about you. We chatted with some other parents, too, so that was nice.
I asked you one night to tell me something you talked about at school that day. You said, "We talked about what makes a cow." I said, "Huh. Tell me what makes a cow." You said, "One kid said they have three weenies!" which made us laugh.
Mrs. Scully sends homework packets home on Fridays, which is actually really great. You and Dad get started on it on Sunday night, and then we're usually done with it on Wednesday night. So that give us two or three week night when we don't have to squeeze that into in the schedule. Some nights, you work through a couple of pages as quick as can be. Some nights, you can't focus and you drive me crazy. This year you'll be doing journal entries, though, and I'm hoping that your love of storytelling will result in some fun journals. Every time you see me write something, you say, "How can you write so fast?" I tell you, "Because I practiced when I was a kid, and now my hand just knows what to do." You never look totally satisfied by that, but I like the sound of it better than, "Because I'm old."
It got crazy hot during your second week at school, so hot that they actually went to a shorter schedule for a couple of days and cancelled after school sports. People keep telling us, "It's never this hot!" I think they have short term memory loss, because I feel like it's just been hot the entire two years that we've been here.
Dad and I went to Minneapolis for a weekend, to go to a wedding. It was so beautiful there. Everything was green, and it smelled so good. We got to see lots of friends. The wedding was lovely, with a picnic reception and a cruise on the river. It was so much fun to be on the river, and see people fishing, and swimming, and camping. If you and Miriam hadn't still been in California, I might not have come back. So there you go: I love you more than the Midwest.
Love,
Mom
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