Renember me!

Big kids started school yesterday. They really weren't into hoopla but the Good Doctor forced the seniors to have their picture taken. They were good sports. And even smiled. Kind of.

The middle schoolers were next. Hope Anne was all set for her first day of real school.

Her outfits for this week were carefully selected (from head to toe) several days ago so bedecked in her pink, they set off. As my mom said, if confidence can be gained from wearing pink, she's got it covered.

As the girls started across the yard, Mr. Victor yelled, "Renember me!"

"Yes, Victor, we will renember you."

So they came back for renembering hugs.



Kind of hard to forget you, Buddy.

But today is his day.

He nailed the kindergarten orientation last week. Kind of hard not to be successful when you are one child surrounded by four adult aides.

He was definitely excited!

He started to cry as I prayed for him at breakfast. He told me it was sad-happy crying.

I get it, Buddy. I get it! Sad-happy tears here, too.

Yes, after 23 years of always having at least one child at home and often several little bodies milling around, sad-happy was the phrase of the day.

But who's sitting around thinking about it? There's a child to be taken to the orthodontist, and groceries to be gotten, and all those rooms to clean and purge... 23 years worth!