It’s the first day of the 1st grade…isn’t that how that kid’s song goes? Sigh.
It is my “big” girl’s first day of the 1st grade and I’m a nervous wreck. My stomach is tied up in knots and I’m more than a little sad about seeing her go. I know KJ will feel the same way when she wakes to find Sissy gone.
Still, there is something thrilling about the first day of school. Even for me.

That backpack weighed more than she does.
The smell of all the new school supplies; you can feel the excitement from teachers and students, the expectations of the parents. Yep, it’s gonna be a great new year.
I met KG’s teacher for the first time just this morning…I really want the whole Room Mom thing and want her to know I am here to help in any way…but not in that whole Pushy-parent-who-thinks-she-knows-your-job-better-than-you kind of way.
She got her very first agenda today and just last night she was asking for her own alarm clock…in case Mom over sleeps. She’s growing up so fast.
She did me proud this morning. Walked right in there, hooked up with her buddies, checked out the fish tank, and set to work on the Seek & Find Ms. H had set out for her.
Bye Mom. Love you.

I am forgotten. And all is how it should be.
This post is linked up at Homemaker Barbi’s Family Friday.













Yesterday we had our very first ever T-Ball game. Let me just say, the parents are into this game just as much (if not more) than the kiddos! I’m a veteran softball player (in fact, my season starts next month), but I also know my daughter is but five years old. What’s important to me at this moment is her enjoyment…I mean she’s bound to get pretty good at it if she likes it. I know KG and she’s the kind of kid, who once, hooked will not stop til she’s mastered it. Whatever it is.