Lucy was the first to leave the house. That's not the norm, but mercifully Seminary didn't start until today, so, off she went with Papa on a cold, wet Wednesday morning. She's without question the cutest 8th grader I know. In her hands, she holds her lunch in an Albertson's bag, that's how unprepared I was for the first day of school.
My fourth grader came next. I find her uniform extremely charming; she finds it boring beyond belief. My Rose normally takes a bus but she begged and pleaded to be driven to school. "You have no idea how horrible the bus is," she complained. Poor child. She's happiest sitting on a window seat, studying maps and thinking up witty dialogue. It's good for her to leave the house and be forced to actually use some of that witty dialogue. I like my Rose quite a lot.
And my child who's usually first out the door didn't start class yesterday until 10:30. He's a junior now and worrying about things like student parking permits and college entrance exams. He's matured so much and we're so very proud of him. Today he was out the door at 6:20.
And this one? Her school doesn't start until the 8th. Not to be overly dramatic, but Cholita finds the wait torturous. And as far as me being Cholita's only source of entertainment, well, I find that pretty darn torturous as well.
BUT, today is a good day for Cholita. A VERY good day because when she wakes up in a few minutes, she'll no longer be an adorable little four-year-old, but an adorable little FIVE year old.
Her polka dot pancakes await!