Well, school is in full force, complete with open houses, fundraisers, homework, show and tell, parent teacher conferences and stinkin' little boys and teachers who are testing my patience. Last year, Jessica was good friends with a little boy name Jonathan. I was happy to see on the first day of class that she'd be sitting right next to him, a friendly face. I think the first day of school was much more difficult for me than for the kiddos. I found it to be a relief that she'd have someone familiar close by while she explored 2nd grade. Well, now this little boy is proving to be much more of a distraction and irritant than a help. He can't keep his hands to himself, always touching and tickling her. And when he isn't touching, is always talking to his other little friend Victor which causes a distraction from school work for the kids sitting around him. I spoke to the teacher who seemed surprised to hear any of this even though they sit right next to her, said she'd talk to him about the touching but doesn't want to move him away from his chatty friend because of the language barrier he has with the other students. Well, he spoke english just fine in 1st grade!! And, why are we worry about putting him near kids he can chat with, aren't they there to work? Ugh! That isn't even our biggest boy issue right now. Today, a new boy, named David didn't like where Jordan was putting the pans when it was time to clean up the house area so he bit her, hard!! She still has a clear out line of this childs teeth in her shoulder. It definately broke the skin. No call home to let us know she'd been hurt, no incident report, just an ice pack. On Monday, Jordan came home with a giant goose egg on her forehead, the teacher told James when he picked her up that she was standing still and fell over. Jordan said she was tripped by another student but she doens't know their name. Either way, no phone call about the fall when it happened, just an ice pack. She still has a small bump and a big bruise days later!! Is this the way it's supposed to be? Am I not supposed to let the teacher know when my child is having problems getting her work done because of another student simply because he speaks spanish? Are we not supposed to be informed when our children are hurt at school? Maybe I'm being over protective? I know that accidents happen. I know that mean kids happen. But I always thought that teachers would be on the right side of an issue, protecting the kids and communicating with the parents when they aren't able to protect them. I worry saying too much to the teacher could cause additional problems for the kids but am I contributing to or condoning the problem if I don't say anything? This mom stuff is hard. I want to do it all right and I have a really bad feeling I messing it all up.