How many more days until summer vacation?

***This was originally posted on my Myspace blog on 8/14/08***

Well, Madyson has officially been in school exactly one week. While I understand that it is the general consensus that kids hate school, I think Madyson has them all beat. School is definitely cramping her style in more ways than one.

First of all, we have a clothing issue. In the past I always kind of laughed at my friend Crissy because her little girl, Halee, gives her grief about clothing. I always said "We don't have clothing issues because what we say to wear is what she wears." Well that was before the days of uniforms. See, I thought I had trained my little princess so well. She has lived a life of smocked dresses, cute gymboree outfits and PINK. Well, see uniforms are green, white or khaki. She, much like her aunt, would rather you pull her toenails out one by one with nothing for pain than wear those tacky things. Every morning we are faced with the agonizing cries of a fashionable 5 year old asking why she must wear that? When we were shopping for school clothes she asked why she couldn't have something pink. Be still my heart. My efforts had prevailed. She likes girly things. Woo hoo! I can't blame her for the fits she throws each morning. I only hope for the sake of her two sleeping brothers she realizes that there is nothing she can do but wear the uniform. I secretly cheer her on though. I hope she never stops liking the wild, bright prints from Gymboree and the cute girly things in which she has grown accustomed. I am taking her shopping tomorrow to reward her for finally behaving well in school, which leads to the next problem.

As I have said before, she is so stubborn. (When I figure out where it came from, I'll let you know.) Her teacher told mom the first day that she definitely had her own way of doing things. Luckily she has the same kindergarten teacher I had and that will not work in that class. She is learning how to deal with her stubborn streak and how to deal with not always getting her way. She's come a long way in just a week. She's growing up. No more tantrums to get her way. (Except for clothes) I'm proud of her efforts. I can't wait to see how she continues to improve. Each day her teacher says she's doing better and better.

The last thing is something I've feared all along. I think she may be bored. She's known her colors, how to count, her shapes, her alphabet and how to spell her name since she was two. She's an over achiever. It's in her blood I think. What else do they even learn in kindergarten?

The year should be interesting if nothing else. At least we don't have to worry about her becoming an inmate when she's older. The thought of dressing in ugly prison garbs alone is enough to make her walk a straight line and do right.