Ladies and Gentlemen, We Have a Kindergartner!

With a start time of 9:05, you'd think our morning would be luxurious. And relatively, it was. Charlie asked for pancakes AND cinnamon rolls. And well, they say breakfast is the most important meal of the day....

Of course of all days Macalan wants to "help" in the kitchen and end up with a rather significant burn to his hand. Mercifully it only required some ice, Mommy Kisses and some extra TLC. Of all days kiddo!

Macalan starts preschool at 8:30 and though it's only 3 blocks away, there are sometimes tearful and lengthy farewells, so we left the house at 8:10.

By 8:30, after the expected but nonetheless heart wrenching tears, we were out the door at preschool at back onto Hill Street - home of Sunset View Elementary School. Oh, boy...here we go....


Charlie had a backpack from Land's End with his name on it that he had used for preschool, however, at Kinder Orientation we were told he'd need a BIG backpack. I think this one qualifies! If I didn't know the only things in it were his sweatshirt, lunch and snack - I'd say this didn't look healthy.

And look who's wearing "real" shoes! (not Crocs) Not only does Charlie have hard to fit feet (think Flintstones) he not thrilled with the feel of shoes in general. But, after an all day hunt that concluded at REI, we found a pair of Keen's that seem to be passable.







Charlie thought this looked like a good spot for a photo - I agree. : )

Charlie will be in classroom, K-1.

And as I snap this photo I can't help but beg the universe that my sweet boy, who looks ubber calm, cool and collected, remains that way when it's time for the Mommies and Daddies to say, "See you later, alligator."











Since Macalan is at preschool, and Daddy is at work, we have no photographer. A self portrait it is!

Although, just a few minutes later our good friends, the Browers, showed up and snapped a few photos for us too. Thanks, friends!

And...keep reading to see who else showed up....


Daddy!

Wow, was Mommy ever surprised! I had been so good, not so much as a hint of a tear all morning, but a "good tear" or two might have rolled when Paul showed up. A few minutes later the "Good Bye" bell rang. I think the reality of impending separation was only slightly more jarring than the sound of the bell - a sound Charlie clearly did not care for. There were some tears shed into the crock of my neck, but Charlie was a trooper and we walked him over to his teacher, who gave him the task of gathering up all the kiddos with a name tag like his (meaning they were all in the same class) and with this task he calmed a bit and we said, "See 'ya later, Sweet Boy."