First Day of School! First Day of School!

This is the face of the little girl who was very sure she wasn't going to make any friends....



....despite the fact that there were little girls risking getting in trouble to call out her name, step out of line and give her a hug.



This is the face of the boy who will break down his nervous and excited amounts by percent.....



....despite the fact that he walked right up the stairs to his classroom without even a look back at Mommy.



This is what a Third Grader and a First Grader look like.....



....despite the fact that I have VERY CLEARLY instructed them that they are NOT allowed to grow up.



And THIS is the face of the three year old who will be starting pre-school soon and who MIGHT have been forgotten and accidentally locked in the car until another MOM at the school turned before everyone crossed the street and asked, "Where's Ella?"



Thankfully, that face is very forgiving. "Why did you leave me in the car?" she asked while in her seat, playing with her toys.

Mommy, Daddy, Ella the (This-Was-The-First-Time-Ever-I-Swear) Forgotten joined Uncle Andy and Auntie Shell in our First Day of School Tradition: Pancakes and Bacon. Now, we are all ready for a nap.

Will someone remind me to wake up before 2:20??

Why Did I Want to Be a Grown Up?

Standing in my kitchen preparing my "famous baked potato and Diet Coke" while nursing a wicked allergy migraine. Hubby is gone for the night, kids are in bed, it is finally my turn for dinner.
I stop to think, "Man, I wish I had a chef who would prepare this for me."

I look around my living room as I sink into the couch next to a pile of laundry.
"Too bad I don't have a maid to hang all this up and put it away."

After eating, hanging laundry and clearing my own dishes, I flip through my Daytimer and see the list of appointments I have to make in the next few weeks.
"Isn't there a personal assistant I can hire to do all of this for me?"

That's when it hits me.
I don't want a chef, maid or personal assistant......
I WANT MY MOM!

Sampson

I have wonderful people who are willing to not only watch my kids but they also tell me the funny things they say when I come home. Our wonderful neighbor Kim had the following to report recently.....

Kim: Nate, your hair is getting so long! It's time to get it cut!

Nate: *gasps* I can't cut my hair!

Kim: Why not?

Nate: (with a straight face) Because...........it's part of my CHARACTER!