My oldest started 8th grade yesterday.
Every year it’s getting harder and harder to get him to stand in front of the gate. Only 4 more “gate” photos I kept reminding him. I think he muttered “good” under his breath this time.
I think the shoes are getting brighter each year. He certainly takes after his mother with his BOLD choices.
Needless to say the little one was feeling left out.
Next week is her first day of preschool. She insisted that she AT LEAST pack her lunch that morning.
There isn’t a huge change from 7th to 8th but look at 6th grade! Wow…. he looks like a little boy still (heart aches). This is always a bittersweet day for me. I struggle with letting go of the little boys I once knew. I am equal parts excited and terrified of the teen years that lie in front of us.
Angry Julie Monday this is for you.. our first day of Kindergarten (I am determined to find all the gate photos but that’s a whole ‘nother project)
my back hurts just looking at this!