The Week of First Days

We survived the first week of school.

Every. Single. One of us.

It was touch and go a few times but we pushed forward.

On The Boy’s first day of school he was up and ready by about 6:45. As he was everyday after. I have, since, spoken with his teacher and told him that she isn’t tiring him out enough. I mean really. What do they do at that “school” all day if he isn’t coming home exhausted.

He wanted to include his breakfast as part of his “first day of school” outfit. Why wouldn’t he?

The sad nose is from a sad sunburn that he sadly keeps picking at.

Little Miss was next on the first day of school schedule.

She loves her backpack. And even says “ba ba pack” whenever I tell her we’re going “Bubye.”

And then I make her repeat it over and over and over and over again.

It’s just that cute.

Finally it was Miss Things turn. Finally.

The night before her first day she woke up more than once and wanted to know if it was time to get ready.

Then when I was in the shower I hear a knock on the door and and “I’m ready!!” At the time was approximately 6:40.

Not sure what all the arm folding is for but we went with it. Maybe it’s her new pose.

So we filled our time with lots of picture taking.

Which no one was really into.

But I went with it anyway. Seeing as we had so much time to kill.

This week is the real deal. There is homework thrown into the mix. Hopefully the excitement of it all continues. Otherwise it’s going to be one long year.