First Day of School

I wish I could say I was one of those moms who have a hard time seeing their children go off to school, but I'm not. I actually count the days til they can go back. Anyone who knows my girls know that they are socialites, always have to be playing, talking, or planning something with someone. Summer is exhausting for me. At least with them being in school they can see all their friends and get a lot of that out of their system. Don't get me wrong, I love my girls but I also love when they go. So I wasn't too bent out of shape waking them up this morning. I was expecting a difficult morning and to my surprise things went very smooth. London jumped out of bed, got dressed and came down to eat breakfast and it wasn't even 8:00 yet. She moves pretty fast, it is Brooklyn who you have to constantly remind to get moving. But the bus comes at 8:30 and we were out at the stop by 8:20. Greg got to sneak away from the hospital to come wait with the kids. It has been the same every year, 30 minutes after the scheduled time the bus comes rolling around. It was 9:00. School starts at 9:00--CRAZY! Oh well, at least it wasn't my fault for being tardy on the first day.

Brooklyn is attending afternoon preschool and it didn't start til 12:40 so we had some time to waste. After being out at the bus stop with London, she came in ate breakfast and headed straight for her bedroom to watch TV. She would be in there all day if I let her. I fed the baby and fell back asleep for about 20 minutes when she came in with my cell phone in her hand telling me she called daddy to say hi. And to my surprise again, Greg was really on the phone. I'm not sure how she did it but she must have pressed the right speed dial number. Either that or I have an extremely smart 4 year old who found the cell # on the fridge and dialed herself. I'd like to think she is the latter. Anyway, about 12:00 we had some lunch and then headed to the bathroom to do her hair, and in my efforts to speed her along I burned her ear with the curling iron. When does that happen?...Oh about never with me because I rarely curl her hair. So of course she starts crying and then I wanted to take pictures, but her eyes were all red so I waited til we got to school. She was very quiet going in and I was wondering if she was ok, but when I asked her, she gave me one of those "are you stupid" looks. She signed the I love you with her fingers cuz that is our thing and said bye mom. I took that cue and left. I am anxious for both of them to get home and tell me how things went. We will see what kind of looks I will get from Brooklyn, and what kind of stories London will have to tell.

Mrs. Grimsley