What the Heck. . .

. . .is going on in Mexico that everyone suddenly wants to move there?

Did I ever tell you that my sister, Tara, and her family are spending the school year in Lo de Marcos, Mexico? She left in August. Did I tell you this? Did I? Did I? I have an infamously faulty memory.

So I was sad that they were going. We knew for a long time that they would go. They probably would have gone sooner if we hadn't moved. For years they've been talking about going somewhere for a "foreign living" experience and finally settled on Mexico. I was in denial about it for a long time. I just got used to talking to her multiple times a day and seeing her multiple times a week and now--cold turkey. It's weird.

But they're having a good time and I know they'll be back. It's only ten months total.

Then two weeks ago my BFF, Marci, informed me that her husband's job is taking them to. . .Mexico. . .for THREE YEARS.

What's up with that? Has everyone suddenly gone mad for tacos and churros? Are sombreros becoming the fashion rage and I just don't know it and am about to miss out on something?

I don't know, but I feel annoyed at Mexico.

Erin has a lot of slack to pick up. I think she's already tired of me calling every 10 minutes. It's going to be a long 10 months/3 years for her.

We can all keep track of Marci on her blog though: www.wearemakingarunfortheborder.blogspot.com.

Adios, mi amiga! No beba el agua!

A Successful Day

"Finn had a good day," were his teacher's exact words.

Now when I asked Finn about his day, he happened to mention, "I hit some kid." Nice. Why? "He was making a lot of noise and wouldn't be quiet." So we had a discussion that we don't hit people (as if we'd apparently never had conversations before that we don't hit people). He did get a "time out" as a result: he had to clean up the toy area. Much more to my liking than sitting facing the wall.

And then we had a further discussion about repercussions at home if he is hitting people at school. Don't want you to think I'm lax on discipline or anything.

A Good Start

Given that it's only 10:13am on Monday morning, I don't really have anything to report except that dropping Finn off at school this morning was uneventful. Did you hear that? UNEVENTFUL! Never have I been so excited to write that word before.

Normally, Sunday would be a day of dread for Finn. A day filled with, "I don't want to go to school tomorrow." Bedtime would be a drag--prolonged with angst, anxiety and inability to sleep. Not so this weekend. Never once did he say he didn't want to go to school. A small step, but an important one.

I feel anxious because I feel like we're "on trial." I still feel like people think Finn's SPD issues are behaviors that just need to be disciplined out of him.

Time will tell.

I did see Finn's former teacher this morning. Slightly awkward.