Owen started school today. It is preschool and it's half days but it is the beginning of the seemingly endless years of education. He was very excited to go this morning and was ready and out the door in no time.
I asked him what he learned and he said he didn't learn anything. He really didn't have much to say at all. They were only in class until 10:00 this morning as a part of their phase in process. I'm sure there will be much more to tell as the week progresses.
I'm looking forward to all the new things he'll be doing and bringing home. I can see already that the structure of a classroom is something he feels at home in. He loves order...even if he's not good at it himself...he loves to be a part of it.
We didn't take pictures until we were already at the school and these are the only two I got. Ivan was excited about Owen going to school but not excited about leaving him there. He was very tired and as you can see in the following picture...he started pouting and whimpering when he realized he would not be staying with him. He just laid down on the floor in protest. No crying, just a pouty lip and a newfound closeness to the carpet. He was actually a little down the rest of the time Owen was gone. He seemed very frustrated to be without his big brother. He'll get used to it, as will I.
"If you would just share Ivan, I wouldn't have to ask."
Owen picked up a pile of stuff I have yet to file away, some of which was from his birthday last October. He recognized one of the envelopes as being the birthday card from Aunt Jan. Jan is Kris' aunt, for those who aren't familiar with her, and is very good about sending cards for birthdays and other holidays and events.
As I was saying...Owen only saw a portion of the outside of the envelope and quickly announced that it was his card from Aunt Jan. Then followed that up with
"I love aunt Jan." I didn't respond much, mostly just waiting to hear what he might say next.
"Do you know why I love aunt Jan?"
"Why?" I cooperated.
"Because she always sends me cards."
Wow. I was impressed. If you ever wonder if a hand written note or a simple card with a little picture or poem, in this case stickers and pictures of animals cut out of magazines, is worth the effort, just remember this post. If a four year old boy who asks for "things" non-stop appreciates it, you know there's value in the time it takes to put a stamp on it and walk it to the mailbox.
Owen has been taking pictures of himself. As you can see, he's having a very good time of it. The camera we got him for Christmas seems to be a good purchase. He will go long stints without using it, but always comes back to it and enjoys his work. He takes a lot of pictures of things that aren't really enjoyable to look at. A toy on the floor, the window, the leg of a chair the sort of things that you just can't really call art, but if he can tell what it is he considers it a success. So we don't delete those. In his words..."Keep it, I love it!"
Owen is always quick to volunteer to pray. Unless he's miffed about something or nervous about who's listening. Otherwise...always.
At dinner time he prays his own prayer but it is always the same thing. I thought I would write it down as I would hate to lose it in all the things I've tried to commit to memory. These things seem to get lost as the boys do new things that outshine the old. Then...later...I wish I had made more of the old and made some attempt to preserve them.
So...without further blathering, here is Owen's dinner time prayer:
Thank you for the food and all the fun time and everything that's right.
In Jesus name, Amen.
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