Today, I'm celebrating the start of a new school year. What kind of miracle is it that my kids disappear each morning to be entertained--taught even!--by the someones whose sole job it is to lead, supervise, and discipline them ALL DAY LONG. Hooray for teachers! Hooray for the monstrous brick buildings! Let's hear it for the principals with their ugly tie tacks, the lunchroom ladies with their little hairnets, and the custodians with their muddy mop buckets!
Georgia got up extra early to make the chocolate chip pancake batter so Biggy could make Lo's breakfast. Nice teamwork.
For their LAST first day of high school, the senior girls wear black dresses and attend a special breakfast of their own. Here's mine and Biggy's conversation this morning concerning the event:
TR: Apparently, some of the moms are going over to the breakfast to take pictures.
Biggy: Who has time for that?
TR: I'm guessing those moms don't have six-year-olds AND seventeen-year-olds.
Biggy: They don't have jobs either, because their husbands are loaded.
TR: True. I'm going to try not to feel guilty.
Biggy: I'm just glad it's free.
Our first-grader. Biggy tries not to cry.
We couldn't find her a bigger book bag.
Look how excited JackMan is about his first day of high school.