First Day

Today was the first day of school. I’m pleased to say that despite the various cluster-fs going on right now I was able to be present and feel the weight of it all. Some day we’ll be saying goodbye forever to this special little school, and that thought makes me profoundly sad. 

With one kid in half-day kinder and two orientations to attend, I just hung around the school listening to the same presentation twice and then picked Theo up at 11 AM. We had lunch with a friend and then picked Bobby up at 2:30, jumped in the pool, made “hand pies”, got through dinner and bedtime, I filled out teams of paperwork for each kid, and then had a mere hour to answer all the emails that piled up today. Tomorrow I have to be out of the house all day while the cleaning lady is here, so won’t get any quality time for work then, either. Six days away. Sigh.

Theo did great - I’m always sad for the parents who’s new kindergartener cries or clings (there were quite a few of these). I’m continually amazed by the confidence with which these boys march through the world. White men, amirite?

I’m pleased to say my “oh my god my baby is growing up and I feel like someone ripped my heart out” freak out was, in fact, restricted to only last year. It really must have been more related to my mother’s recent horrid death than I realized.

Bobby’s new teacher is super friendly and apparently has three boys at home. I think we have a winner. 

This was Bobby’s take on school today:

Theo, the cutie patootie:

And obligatory stoop picture:

Making the hand pies. It was a total mess but worthwhile for how rarely we do these family projects. I’m pleased to say I did not partake, also managed to squelch Theo’s desire to eat all the cherry filling with a spoon before it even made it to the pastry:

And that was it. It was a good day and I’m pleased to get the real school year rolling - tomorrow is Theo’s real first full day, and both boys will go to afterschool together for the first time. Yay!