It is probably my least favorite night of the year, Back-to-School Eve. We pack the bags with the list of school goods and psyche the kids up for another year of learning and my heart mourns the death of summer. Back to the grind. But at least it is for a worthy cause.
Here is the line-up: Superkid is ready to strut his way into the 4th grade...
Abizella is making a splash into the 3rd grade in style. She is the only one who put any preparation into her back to school look, laying out her outfit a week before hand and insisting on curls!
Tadpole is beginning the long slog of a full day of school. First grade! He was not impressed with the doubling of school time, or with school lunch. He prayed that he would like it, and it was a cafeteria miracle because he actually did like it the first day. He just hasn't liked it since, which has warranted a call from his first grade teacher who got a worried report from the lunch ladies. This is a tough transition. I assured him he only had about 20 years to go.
And they were off to the school bus!
Little Chief had pre-school orientation the next day. That did not go well. I wasn't there but he put on his most stubborn showmanship for the event. I imagine him standing in a corner with his arms crossed and his head defiantly pointing up with his eyes closed. I asked him about it that night when we were snuggling in bed. He said that the teachers were too scary. The kids were too. Oh, I get it. Some kids cry and cling to their parent's leg. This one becomes a super stinker. No worries, he is surrounded by professionals. The pre-school teachers have fawned over him and ultimately won him over.
He now loves it. But of course, it was his choice.
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