First Day of School

This is the beginning of an unbelievable year, I can just feel it in the air! This year I have a 5th grader, 3rd grader, and 1st grader. To be honest, I’m feeling overwhelmed with these grades. It seems to get harder and harder each year. The mounds of homework and assignments they have me help them with will have me gasping for air at the end of each day. But I’m up for a challenge. And it’s only going to get worse. I should enjoy this year while it lasts, before next year’s challenges.

Here they are on the first day of school. What an adorable bunch! I like how Reagan is doing a curtsey with her skirt.

I think I got off on the right foot with Reagan. Getting her ready in the morning was hell interesting last year. Supposedly her closet and dresser full of clothes provided her with absolutely “nothing to wear.” So, this year we went shopping and I let her pick out every single article of clothing. She would choose something and I would say, “are you SURE you will wear that,” which she would answer with, “Yes, I promise.” So I had her sworn word on at least 8 different outfits (including hair accessories and earnings… this girl knows how to milk it).

This morning she got dressed and ready without a fuss. It was beautiful.

Her teacher’s name is Mrs. Brush, not to be confused with her friend Jack’s teacher, also called Mrs. Brush. So, her teacher is called Mrs. E. Brush. It was love at first sight. Reagan adores her teacher already and I predict that there won’t be a single tear shed this year. Thank goodness!

Grant has Mrs. Dempster for 3rd grade. I’ve heard great things about her, and some of his closest friends are in his class. It’s going to be difficult to top his Mrs. Ross from last year, but we’ll give Mrs. Dempster a chance. I seriously have a crush on this picture of Grant. Isn’t he the cutest 3rd grader you’ve ever seen. If I were a little girl I would beg my teacher to sit by him. He’s also a genius, so I could lean over and get answers off his papers. Win Win.

Jefferson is the Big Man on campus. He rules the school in 5th grade this year. He has Mrs. Frazee and I can already tell she’s a stellar teacher. How do my kids get so lucky? Are all teachers amazing or are we just hitting the lottery year after year? Jefferson was nervous to start this year because he’s concerned he’s not smart enough for 5th grade. He’s an academic all star, so I don’t know where his fear is coming from. I think it’s a result of being the oldest and having to forge the way each year, not knowing what’s up ahead. My brave little boy is getting too big!

Kennedy didn’t take the first day of school as well as the rest of them. She’s been enjoying her play time with “sissy” this Summer, so saying goodbye was difficult. She cried when Reagan left the car at school, and whined all the way home. Poor girl! Look at that little tear under her eye. She misses her playmates.

I didn’t cry at all, if you were wondering.

I’m as happy as a lark!