Well, it's over.
The busiest summer of my existence has come to an end.
Kind of bitter sweet.
I love, love, love having the kids home and being able to take a break from the regular routine,
but yet, I love having a routine so I welcome it when it returns.
To start the year off right I asked Jack to pack his lunch.
Independence is a good thing, I say.
But what does a 1st grader think he needs for lunch?
Nice.
I may have stepped in and helped a little.
With a couple of oh, I don't know, maybe a baggie or two.
And maybe swapped the would-be-petrified-by-lunchtime-tortilla
for a PB&J.
Throw in a few carrots (in a baggie??) and we'll call it a lunch.
Now just take out the creepy Addam's Family hand in the corner and it would be perfect.
Here's our guy headed off to 1st grade.
Unbelievable.
You see, my heart breaks just a little bit at the beginning of the school year.
My little people off growing up.
I get a little sentimental.
Until I drop off "Mr. I've got this."
He reminds me that he's got the situation well under control.
He's ready to lead the way to his classroom and rule the school.
You go, dude.
Just put your bowl in the sink on the way out.
Brooklyn however, embraces my sentimentality (is that a word??)
She's excited for a new year, but is also a teeny bit nervous.
Unlike her brother, she wanted me very close by as she approached her new classroom.
The difference in their body language and expressions in the pictures above tell the whole story.
She will be just fine though - she's got a whole classroom full of friends
and by the look of that stack of books, lots to learn.
I'm positive that by the time I pick her up this afternoon
she will be bouncing around excited about the upcoming school year.
Our biggest problem this morning happened on the way out.
Poor Bradley couldn't understand why he couldn't go to school with the kids.
If you look closely you can see a big alligator tear running down his cheek.
He starts preschool next week, but he was heartbroken that he wasn't staying at the school today.
If he had had any idea how sad I was feeling for him he could have asked for
3 banana splits and a pony and I probably would have given it to him.
He settled for a trip to the library and a popsicle.
Here's to a wonderful school year!
