This past week was Parent Teacher Conferences at school. I only went to Tritan and Apollo's teachers since the Athena and Paris' teachers feel they're doing o.k. and didn't want one. Tritan and Apollo are doing well too. Tritan is getting all A's right now--he's in some pull out classes for reading and math because he does better in a smaller setting. His teachers are so complimentary and supportive. I think going to middle school next year will be a challenge but I'm glad he's doing so well right now.
Apollo is getting better at speech and language all the time. Sometimes I still get frustrated because he's 5 and I worry that he's still so far behind. With his size and his delayed speech people usually think he's 3 or 4. But I have to realize how far he's come in a short time--most people understand 80% of what he says now. His teachers are very optimistic and they love him to death. The only thing he has to work on, they say, is to not be such a sore loser.
What I realized most this past week is how weird it is to plan on being here next year. We've moved around so much in 2-year increments that to not be pulling up stakes and looking at the next place about now feels...well, to tell you the truth, it feels good. I waved to 2 mothers on the way into the school--and I actually knew them. (Well, o.k., I didn't know them, but I knew whose mothers they were). And 2 people from the ward called me this week--one, just to let off steam, the other to share something good that happened to her. I can't remember the last time I got a call that wasn't attached to an invite, a favor, or a question (other than my sisters or my mom, of course). I guess despite the weather, some of the Jersey attitudes, and the jug handles, I'm finally starting to feel like we belong.
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