We had our first visit to Kindergarten today. My first born has started on his unstoppable journey of growing up, growing away from me and into his own, independent person. I look at this picture and it takes my breath away at how fast it all will go, how packing him up to go to college is just around the corner. Well, practically.
Thankfully, he loved it. His teacher is amazing; organized, warm and has four boys of her own. We love her already. And then Sam discovered a massive box of legos in the corner of the classroom and never wanted to leave. I don't think we will have any problems when the REAL drop off comes tomorrow. I will still wear sunglasses though, in case I'm crying out of nostalgia.
We attempted to make signs like so many people did on Facebook this morning, but neither kid really knew how to hold them nicely. That's ok, I'm sure you can figure out he's in Kindergarten and she is 2, wishing she was going as well...
We fought this morning over his outfit, he claimed I was dressing him in "church clothes." If left to his own, see below for his personal taste in outfits:
Yes, those are my ballet flats. Yes those are his jammies. And yes, that is a two year old Pull Up on his head.
Rebekah, thanks again for the blow up punching bag and mitts.
You'll never know how grateful I am. Ahem.