First day of 4th grade

My kid is 9 years old, starting the fourth grade.

This is impossible because (sing it with me fellows mamas) I just brought her home from the hospital yesterday.

We walked her to school today, reassuring her that it was going to be fine. She already knows her school. She already knew some of the kids in her class. She already knows her teacher (she had Mrs. Kopp for 2nd grade — we are all big fans of Mrs. Kopp. Hurray for great teachers!).

But the nerves of "something new" (even if it wasn't that new) were getting to her.

As we walked to school, she stopped and said, "Where did the summer go?" I chuckled at the seriousness of her tone and then we talked about all the good things about school.

When we walked up to the school yard, Margaret was immediately engulfed in a crowd of friends and just like that, she was gone.

I yelled, "Have a good day" as she scurried off with her friends, but I don't think she heard me.

And I'm OK with that.

For the most part.

Maybe.

First day of third grade

Margaret started third grade yesterday.

She's attending a brand new school.

The first day of school is always hectic and discombobulating, but we all survived. Last night as she was tumbling into bed exhausted, she said she couldn't wait to go back today (phew!).

I interviewed Margaret about her first day at the new school. Here's what she had to say.

Monday quickie (Updated!)

It's the first day of school.

For all of us.

Mar's starting 3rd grade (there will be more on this tomorrow). Sean started his senior year of high school ... um, how is that possible. And the college starts today, so Bill and I both are back to teaching (only this semester my class is online ... oh yeah baby).

But we enjoyed our summer:

Bill on his cruiser. He loves his cruiser.

The only problem is that it doesn't fit on our roof bike rack and he won't put it in the back of the car in case it gets dented or afraid or something.

UPDATE: I totally forgot to mention that I took this picture while I was riding MY bike. Actually pedaling and trying to steer and taking pictures.

It's a miracle I'm still alive.

Go me!


Mar with her sweet bean face.


Mar making her Quincy dog face.