Back to School: First Day Pictures 2014-15




The sweetness as the boy looks up at one big sister and holds hands with the other!




Though this post is dated August, it is actually being typed in December.   I didn't want to post at the time because sending my baby off to kindergarten has been an adjustment for me.   He is so happy, though and he LOVES school.   He LOVES his teacher.   He LOVES learning.   And he LOVES his mama when I pick him up at the end of the day!   Some days, he's dressed with his backpack on, waiting for everyone else to get ready because he can't wait to get to school.    It helps with this transition to know how happy he is, and how well-cared for he is by his excellent teacher.   He also gets to see her in mass on Sunday mornings, where she is a Eucharistic minister.












He fell asleep in the car line as we waited to pick up Emmeline.





As if that wasn't enough, this is also the year my oldest started Intermediate school at a 5th and 6th grade campus.   I don't like seeing 6th graders on the same campus with 7th and 8th graders, but I do wish she had another year in elementary school.   She has adjusted to lockers and schedules!
 
 




I'm starting to get used to car rider pick-up.   Kind of.

The good news is the line was never so bad as it was on the first day!



Clare has excellent teachers and is on the same team with several friends.   It's a good year!

 







Lunches, ready to go (CHIPS!!)
 

Special occasion: mini cereal boxes!
 
 




Special request for back to school supper: fried chicken strips

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