IEP SchmIEP…

For some ridiculous reason I still get nervous when it comes to Nub’ s IEP. Yep, it’s that time of year again. The dreaded IEP. But honestly? His team and school freaking rock. His soon-to-be 5th grade teacher has already requested he be in her class. Like back in the Fall. Seriously. He is beloved by the staff at his school, and most of his class. It helps tremendously in fostering his sense of confidence in his surroundings.

 

That having been said, he only has one more year there. And then we move on to middle school. I think perhaps the one saving grace is that all the children from his elementary school will also move up with him. Other than that? Unchartered waters, y’all. I know one sixth grade teacher. That’s it. One.

 

We don’t do well with change. Or transitions. I’ve started talking to him about it because anytime ANYTHING changes in his routine it’s best to begin talking about said change as soon as possible. And as often as possible. During the academic year they have Math/Science Nights at the middle school and I think that might help him to familiarize himself with his new surroundings. I’ll do whatever it takes. I am Mama, hear me roar and all that.

 

I’m also slightly worried about whether he’ll continue to be mainstream, with a para or classified as special ed. He’s unbelievably smart and he needs to be challenged constantly. I worry they won’t be prepared enough for him. And I’m worried about Common Core and how that will affect him. I have a list of questions a mile long, y’all. At least. I’m going into this meeting as prepared as I can possibly be. It’s my job. If I don’t advocate for my son, who will?

 

I got this, y’all. Just sayin’…Image

Spring Is So Not The Thing…

Our weather has been rather interesting this Winter. To say the least. I’ve been so excited that Spring is almost upon us(tomorrow!) and I’ve been planning my garden like a fiend. What plants I want, ways of dealing with common garden pests(Yes, I’m looking right at you tomato worms. You’re going down this year. Down, I say!), combinations of vegetables to plant together, etc. It’s basically what has kept me sane during all this cold ass weather and the resulting craziness of three boys stuck inside the house.

So with all that having been said, guess who saw a reputable meteorologist mention the possibility of the “S” word for next week? You have gotta be kidding me. It’s Spring(tomorrow!). Say it with me, Spring. That means flowers and yard work. Not snow and colder weather. That’s Winter. Which it most certainly is not. 

Mother Nature, you are drunk. Get it together, sistah.