Ah, the first day of school. Life is back to normal.
But really, not as normal as it used to be for this year, the kids are both at different schools. That's right: my baby girl is now in 7th grade. God help me.
After a highly nutritious breakfast of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal, we headed out to the front yard for the Predictable Scrapbook Mom Documenatation Session (PSMDS), and snapped a few key shots, namely, the First Day of School Outfit Choice, which let me tell you, wasn't chosen in haste.
I should point out, this is the first time in her entire academic career where she didn't have to wear a uniform. It's a big deal. She said: "I feel like I'm breaking every single rule in the book." Oh sister, I KNOW how that feels.
Cole, on the other hand, is and will be restricted to a uniform policy for another four years. What concerns me though, is this: has he grown much since his first day of preschool, four years ago?
You decide.
Or did the backpack get bigger?
Whatever the case may be, it's business as usual. Let the fall commence.
And if you're wondering if I let my PSMDS get out of hand when I dropped Aidan off at school, you can relax. It's 7th grade. I know WAY better than to have her pose by the school sign for another series of shots. No. This time, I showed a tiny bit of grace and restraint and let her go in peace.
More or less. Knock 'em dead, kiddo. Love, Mom.
