His reports for his first week were as follows:
9/7 -- "Joe had an ok day. He got to know his teachers and other friends in class a little. He had some happy time and was a little sad. He ate good and did work on colors and shapes."
9/8 -- "Joe had a very good day. He started off with different table toys, puzzles, etc which he loved. We worked on the alphabet and colors."
9/9 -- "Joe had a wonderful day. He played with play-doh, coloring and puzzles and we read the book 'Ten Little Monkeys'. He was happy overall and cried very little."
9/10 -- "Joseph is getting there. He has happy and sad moments. Please bring pictures of his family for Monday so we can share them with the class."
I'm afraid that if I got a report, it would have looked something like this:
9/7 -- "Joe Momma burst into tears and refused to let go of Joe for five minutes. We had to pry them apart and force her to go to work."
9/8 -- "Joe Momma rocked Joe in our rocking chair for 5 minutes, cried and then went to work. She did slightly better today."
9/9 -- "Joe Momma did not cry, but instead got angry and threatened us that if we didn't do a good job taking care of Joe she would break our legs."
9/10 -- "Joe Momma is the most difficult, sensitive parent we've ever had."
Hopefully I'll do better next week. Here's a couple of pictures that his new school gave me. They had a welcome sign for Joe this week and also gave me a couple prints of Joe playing with his new friends. My scanner's down, so it's a picture of a picture, but you get the idea. All I know is that I'm so happy it's the weekend.