It's dark and cold!

In November, it started to get dark in the afternoon.  We also had to start wearing our hats and scarves every day.  I took this picture as we got home from school.  We walked to and from school every day.  It was about 0.3-0.4 miles to the school, so not too far, but enough time to experience the cold.  This is what I said about it on FB:  

It's 4:45pm, dark and cold - 43* with 11 mph wind.  Breaking out the hat, gloves, and scarf (Weston snagged my scarf.)  Brrr.... missing sunny CA today.  

It started getting dark at about 4:30pm and then not getting light again until about 8:30am - we definitely were missing the sun!  We're smiling in the picture, but Weston definitely wasn't liking the cold wind.  (Nor was I!)

It was a pretty tough year for Weston.  About 2 hours after we left our home in CA, he was complaining about being away from home and not wanting to go to England.  "Can we just go for 2 weeks?"  He was sad to leave his best friend from Kindergarten behind.  We also left all his toys and Legos behind.  He is a homebody, who just likes to play with Legos.  Then we got to England, and started traveling a lot.  He got to the point when we told him our weekend plans, he'd whine, "You're ruining my weekend!" He just wanted to stay home and play. 

And then it got cold and dark, and he didn't like the cold.

And he also struggled through school, because despite us waiting another year to start him in Kindergarten, they put him with his age group.  So instead of doing the equivalent of 1st grade, he was in 2nd grade (year 3 there).  He was frustrated and cried when he first started the year, because he wasn't ready for what they were doing.  He did catch up eventually and had a specialist working with him to help him do that.  The plan at the beginning was to give Weston about 3 weeks to see how he did in year 3.  If he just couldn't handle it, they would put him in year 2.  If he was doing okay, but still behind, they'd have a specialist work with him.  I guess he was doing okay, but struggling to keep up.  We actually didn't even know that he had cried or was frustrated until parent teacher conferences, when his teacher told us about it.  He never said anything, even when we asked how he was doing.  I had no idea he was even having a hard time.  But he stuck with it and was doing well by the end of the year. 

He never got used to the traveling though... he complained every time we went somewhere.