Griff started first grade today! I had anticipated some new-class, new-year jitters but he has shown nothing but excitement for heading back to Munford. A couple of weeks ago we walked over to check out the class lists posted outside the office and to scope out his classroom (locked, of course, but nice to see where it is). We noticed that very few of his classmates from last year are in his new class, but there are a few familiar faces, including a new friend he made this summer, and he seemed quite content.
Meet the Teacher day was last Friday. Mrs. Mallory greeted Griff by name, gave him a hug, and handed him a checklist of things to find in the classroom. Highlights: big class library, a locker for storing his stuff, and a desk that faces his friend Mia's desk.
Griff has become a huge reader over the summer, got his first library card and has discovered the juvenile fiction shelves, and walks around the house with his face buried whatever book he's reading. It's awesome to watch this passion take hold. He was super-psyched to see the classroom library, well-stocked with Magic Treehouse books and others, and I think that was the one thing he was most looking forward to when he headed off on the bus this morning.
First-graders get homework totes, and when he returned home he told me he would no longer need his backpack because he'll use his tote every day. He also told me that Mrs. Mallory moved his cubby (each set of four lockers has four cubbies above it, assigned one per kid) because he couldn't reach his. Now he's reassigned to a reachable, lower cubby. That's my petite kiddo - he looks tall to me but he's still one of the shortest in the class.
I'm trying to get him onto a soccer team but missed the registration deadline (argh!), so he may have to wait until spring if they can't find space. He seems to roll with stuff like that even while growing moodier and defiant as he approaches age 7. This age is a funny mix, as he both loves to help out around the house (folds his own laundry voluntarily!) and also chafes when we impose limits like his awfully early 8pm bedtime.
I also think he's just on the verge of leaving "childish" little-kid things behind. While Reese picked a cute froggy ice pack for his lunchbox, Griff selected plain undecorated ones. He wants a grown-up umbrella like mine. His cutesie years are probably over, although for now, at least, he still loves cool light-up shoes and a note in his lunch from his mama.