I’ve been known to do a school rant or two…or twelve.
But here we are~ the first day of 8th grade AND 2nd grade. Now, we go full-force into happy, supportive, peppy mode. No more gripes now. Nope, nope, nope.
6 AM came awfully early today for my teenager. She’s slept the summer mornings away, so it was a shock to her system to be up while it was still dark. She actually woke up around 5:30 because of the First Day of School jitters. Remember those? I came stumbling downstairs and she was already in the kitchen, dressed and ready to go…
My little girl.
Snurfle.
“This is what I look like at 6:40.“
Thanks for putting up with your photograph-obsessed mother.
Going where no 8th grader has gone before…
My little fashionista…red Snow White headband, Spiderman shirt, red skinny jeans and these FABULOUS boots…
Have the best day, love.
A little break and then it all starts over with my little man. Oh, how they would love to have their school times switched. He’s the early dude. She’s the late diva. But, alas, it is not to be.
Perky much?
And a little Perry the Platypus action going on the back side…
Yes, BEWARE…my little boy is about to bring sunshine into your classroom! Treat him with loving care, please.
Snurfle, take 2.
This picture is after a million and one faces…and me saying, “OKAY, I have plenty of face pictures now, can you do one normal?” And he wipes the grin off until his lips are teensy nubs, which is actually another face…but I’ll take it.
Have the best day, love.
I will just be here, wallowing having a life and whatnot, until you come home.
Snurfle. Take 3.