Term 1 was more of a challenge. There were quite a few mornings that he screamed about having to put on his uniform and get on the bus. We didn't back down and eventually he settled and enjoyed going to school. He was an angel at school, according to his teacher, but on his 'home days' he was horrid. I think the tiredness of school and the bus trip, combined with the effort of being on his best behaviour all day meant that Mummy copped all of the pent up frustration. He threw some of the worst tantrums I've ever seen him throw during that first term.
Term 2 went a lot smoother. He made two friends in particular. One lives up the road from us, is on the same bus and at the same school, but is in the other kindy class. The other is in his class, but lives in town. During the term, the speech therapist he's seen off and on since he was two, came to the school regularly to help him with a slight stutter. He's also had visits at school from an occupational therapist to assist with his fine motor skills. Unfortunately, Rory doesn't have a lot of strength in his upper arms, so he needs to work on that, and that will help with his cutting, writing etc., so his arm doesn't get so tired.
I found him a few activity books for his age group on some of my opshopping adventures, and he loves nothing more than working his way through the different literacy and numeracy activities. He keeps asking for more books!
I loved seeing his portfolio he brought home on the last day of term. This is my favourite. He told me very excitedly, "I'm a rabbit, Mummy."
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