Somewhere along the way my kid grew into a kindergartener. We had to book it across the playground on the first day of school because we were thisclose to being late. Way to start the year off on the right foot.
So far Ben loves his teacher, recess, and the fact that they have chocolate milk in the cafeteria. Whoa. Mind blown.
My little guy also got himself sorted on to the correct bus on the first day and rode it home like a champ, sitting in the front row like his mama told him to.
Yep, out of focus due to wild activity of the model. Pretty much the story of his life. We wouldn't have it any other way with our sweet whirling dervish.
I am such a sucker for a photo montage, despite the fact that they went out of style back in, um, probably the 90s.
Yes, he wore the same shirt twice in a row. Too big last year, too small this year. It's all I can do to keep him in pants that aren't too short. They don't make slacks for string beans.
And then we come to our wee little Em.
She started a few mornings a week at a preschool run by a sweet, nurturing woman named Anita. She was so ready for school. This summer when dropping Ben off at summer camp, she'd beg and beg to be allowed to stay with the big kids. And when that failed, she'd flop on the ground and have a wild tantrum.
Points for determination, kiddo.
When Ben grabs his backpack and lunch bag, she insists on doing the same, despite needing neither for daycare. She's his little parrot, gleefully repeating back everything he says.
Whoa nelly. My last babe is growing up.
This is pretty much a perfect snapshot of the sibling interactions: Ben is moving, directing, and scheming. Emma is thrilled to be along for the ride as a willing and eager accomplice. Together they are boisterous, wild, and (mostly) having a jolly good time.
Watch out, World. Team J is on the loose.