I have two kids and they are both officially in school. This is good on many levels. This is weird on many levels.
Milo is in first and doing a Chinese immersion program. He is so thrilled that he is learning Chinese in theory, but in reality he is still Milo, and still a boy, and he thinks school is terribly long and boring. And yesterday some boys at recess told him to "go away." And they served ravioli for lunch the other day! Barf! And his Chinese teacher only speaks Chinese to the class so he has no idea what is going on for half the day. So some hard things. But he gets to walk home with his cousins every day and that alone makes life worth living. Plus, I just think life can't be too hard when you are that handsome.
This was Milo's first day but Pearl didn't start for another week. Above, when she didn't realize what was going on. Below, bawling for hours.
Eventually her day came.
Pearl was made for school and socializing, I just worry she doesn't stop talking in class. But her teacher is warm and wonderful and her best friend and cousin Norah is in the same class!
This is where I take creepy pictures of Milo walking home from school because I can't believe he's old enough to do that and I clearly can't let go and I clearly need a baby.
This is where I keep taking "first day" shots every morning, making everyone tired of the door shots, especially my kids. Someone bring me a baby!
(The only other option for a Mormon woman in Provo is to start a business, right? Please don't make me start a business.)