New School

We made the decision to move the pole to a new school. It was sad to say goodbye to his old friends, but we felt like it was time for a change. His old school had a high teacher turn around rate, and to be honest, there were some health/cleanliness issues that were totally unacceptable to us.

Yesterday was the pole's first day. We love the new school and hope the pole would learn to love it as well. We picked him up around 5:15 and he was a playing with play dough with his friends, although a little sad. The teacher let us know that they were in the dance room having a dance party for the last 45 minutes. When it was time to leave, the pole was a little ticked off.

In case you didn't know, the pole is a dancing machine. God only knows where he gets it from. We have Fios at home for cable/internet, and there are ~40 channels various types of music. This weekend, the pole was busting a jam to the Latina Rock station, the sounds of the season station, and his favorite, the opening song to "Clifford the Big Red Dog".