First Day of School

Gabe aka Bob (nicknamed by Muryha) is 10 years old and has begun 5th grade.  He took a test at the end of last year to see if he would be able to qualify for ALL which is for kids who are...like Gabe.  You'll figure it out! :)  He is a thought provoking, book reading, football playing kid who loves to engage in conversations with adults and ...he can actually handle it.  He has told me that he'll just wait til dad gets home to help him with his homework because he doesn't think I know what I am talking about.  I have to remind him that "Gabe, I am smart!" I'm serious...I can handle your homework!  Anyway, I guess I'm not convincing enough because the other day I caught myself giving him my qualifications...I graduaed from High School,  I taught preschool for six years (definately didn'tconvince him) , gosh darn it Gabe I have bachelors degree!  What's a bachelors degree??? Alright so sometimes I forget who I'm trying to convince :)
Rion is 8 years old and started 3 grade this year.  She is  our very loving temperature sensitive child.  When she's hot she's hot and when she's not she's not.  Each of our kids comes with some of our personality and then some.  Rion, can be your best friend, best sister, best cook, best helper, the list goes on.  She loves one on one time.  She loves art, dancing, singing, music, and isn't too thrilled with sports but we make her do it anyway.  She is so spunky and feisty at home that I try to motivate and encourage her to treat the players on the other team as if they were Gabe.   Rion has picked up on some of Gabes super senses and has figured out the "wait it out" approach.  When I ask her to do something she goes slowly and when I'm not watching she stops.  Then I find her sitting again and she again goes slowly and when I'm not watching she stops.  This has gone one for several rounds until I catch myself doing it while Rion is watching.  I'm catching on to my bad habits.  Today my kids weren't allowed to go to school until they made progress on their rooms.  Sound familiar?  My mom picked me up from 6th grade and told the secretaries at the school that I had to go home to clean my room.  I guess things to come around.Miss Mattyn (as my mom calls her) loves to be MATTYN.  She is happy go lucky with a little flair that goes off every so often.  She is the epitome of what a ham is.  She will sing, dance, roll her neck with soul, and stomp her feet to anything and for anyone.  She loves her older sister Rion and wants so badly to do everything with Rion.  Mattyn is still recovering from baby sister syndrome and occasionally forgets that crying and throwing fits is all part of being the youngest...she's not the youngest anymore:)  We're training her though.  She started kindergarten this year and came home from her first day with disappointment..."I thought it was going to be more fun"  Oh great...already!  Luckily, her teacher has implemented more recess time (which was apparently the problem the first day) and it has been all good since!